The Green Mummy
cornfield surrounded by cottages. It's like Alice in Wonderland.”      

       “But fancy any one offering money for land here,” observed Hope, toying with his claret glass, which had just been refilled, by the attentive Cockatoo, “at the Back-of-Beyond, as it were. I shouldn't care to live here—the neighborhood is so desolate.”      

       “All the same you do live here!” interposed Mrs. Jasher smartly, and with a roguish glance at Lucy.     

       Archie caught the glance and saw the blush on Miss Kendal's face.     

       “You have answered your question yourself, Mrs. Jasher,” he—said, smiling. “I have the inducement you hint at to remain here, and certainly, as a landscape painter, I admire the marshes and sunsets. As an artist and an engaged man I stop in Gartley, otherwise I should clear out. But I fail to see why a lady of your attractions should—”      

       “I may have a sentimental reason also,” interrupted the widow, with a sly glance at the absent-minded Professor, who was drawing hieroglyphics on the table-cloth with a fork; “also, my cottage is cheap and very comfortable. The late Mr. Jasher did not leave me sufficient money to live in London. He was a consul in China, you know, and consuls are never very well paid. I will come in for a large income, however.”      

       “Indeed,” said Lucy politely, and wondering why Mrs. Jasher was so communicative. “Soon I hope.”      

       “It may be very soon. My brother, you know—a merchant in Pekin. He has come home to die, and is unmarried. When he does die, I shall go to London. But,” added the widow, meditatively and glancing again at the Professor, “I shall be sorry to leave dear Gartley. Still, the memory of       happy hours spent in this house will always remain with me. Ah me! ah me!”        and she put her handkerchief to her eyes.     

       Lucy telegraphed to Archie that the widow was a humbug, and Archie telegraphed back that he quite agreed with her. But the Professor, whom the momentary silence had brought back to the present century, looked up and asked Lucy if the dinner was finished.     

       “I have to do some work this evening,” said the Professor.     

       “Oh, father, when you said that you would take a holiday,” 
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