couldswearoffonthatkindofdissipationforawhile，butI
guess，judgin’bythelooksofthatparsonage，whatI’vedonesofarisonlypractice。“Shepaused，glancedkeenlyatherfriendandasked：“Why！what’sthematter？Youdon’tactnighsogladasIthoughtyou’dbe。“
Gracesaidofcourseshewasglad；butshelookedtroubled，nevertheless。
“Icanhardlymakeitseempossible，“shesaid。“Isitreallysettled——yoursalaryandeverything？AndwhatwillyoudoaboutyourpositioninBoston？“
“Oh，I’llwriteCousinAbnerandtellhim。Lordloveyou，HEwon’tcare。He’llfeelthathedidhisdutyingettin’metheBostonchanceandifIdon’ttakeit’tain’thisfault。HISconscience’llbeclear。Landsakes！ifIcouldcleanhouseaseasyassomefolkscleartheirconsciencesIwouldn’thaveabackachethisminute。