went
into the dining-room.

Hephzy and Jim did most of the talking during the meal. I had talked
more that forenoon than I had for a week--I am not a chatty person,
ordinarily, which, in part, explains my nickname--and I was very willing
to eat and listen. Hephzy, who was garbed in her best gown--best weekday
gown, that is; she kept her black silk for Sundays--talked a good deal,
mostly about dreams and presentiments. Susanna Wixon, Tobias Wixon's
oldest daughter, waited on table, when she happened to think of it, and
listened when she did not. Susanna had been hired to do the waiting and
the dish-washing during Campbell's brief visit. It was I who hired
her. If I had had my way she would have been a permanent fixture in the
household, but Hephzy scoffed at the idea. "Pity if I can't do housework
for two folks," she declared. "I don't care if you can afford it.
Keepin' hired help in a family no bigger than this, is a sinful
extravagance." As Susanna's services had been already engaged for the
weekend she could not discharge her, but she insisted on doing all the
cooking herself.

Her conversation, as I said, dealt mainly with dreams and presentiments.
Hephzibah is not what I should call a superstitious person. She doesn't
believe in "signs," although she might feel uncomfortable if she broke a
looking-glass or saw the new moon over her left shoulder. She has a most
amazing fund of common-sense and is "down" on Spiritualism to a degree.
It is one of Bayport's pet yarns, that at the Harniss Spiritualist
camp-meeting when the "test medium" announced from the platform that he
had a message for a lady named Hephzibah C--he "seemed to get the name
Hephzibah C"--Hephzy got up and walked out. "Any dead relations I've
got," she declared, "who send messages through a longhaired idiot like
that one up there"--meaning the medium,--"can't have much to say that's
worth listenin' to. They can talk to themselves if they want to, but
they shan't waste MY time."

In but one particular was Hephzy superstitious. Whenever she dreamed of
"Little Frank" she was certain something was going to happen. She had
dreamed of "Little Frank" the night before and, if she had not been
headed off, she would have talked of nothing else.

"I saw him just as plain as I see you this minute, Hosy," she said to
me. "I was somewhere, in a strange place--a foreign place, I should say
'twas--and there I saw him. He didn't know me; at least I don't think he
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