`` I think so , too , Chester , although I 'm sorry as sorry can be . I 'll go back to Upton with you . We 'll start tomorrow . If , when we get there , your aunt is willing to let you stay with me , you can come back . '' `` There 's a big chance of that ! '' said Clemantiny sourly . `` A woman 's likely to give up a boy like Chester -- a good , steady worker and as respectful and obliging as there is between this and sunset -- very likely , is n't she ! Well , this taffy is all burnt to the saucepan and clean ruined -- but what 's the odds ! All I hope , Salome Whitney , is that the next time you adopt a boy and let him twine himself ` round a person 's heart , you 'll make sure first that you are going to stick to it . I do n't like having my affections torn up by the roots . '' Clemantiny seized the saucepan and disappeared with it into the pantry amid a whirl of pungent smoke . Mount Hope Farm was a strangely dismal place that night . Miss Salome sighed heavily and often as she made her preparations for the morrow 's journey . Clemantiny stalked about with her grim face grimmer than ever . As for Chester , when he went to bed that night in the little porch chamber , he cried heartily into his pillows . He did n't care for pride any longer ; he just cried and did n't even pretend he was n't crying when Miss Salome came in to sit by him a little while and talk to him . That talk comforted Chester . He realized that , come what might , he would always have a good friend in Miss Salome -- aye , and in Clemantiny , too . Chester never knew it , but after he had fallen asleep , with the tears still glistening on his brown cheeks , Clemantiny tiptoed silently in with a candle in her hand and bent over him with an expression of almost maternal tenderness on her face . It was late and an aroma of boiling sugar hung about her .
She had sat up long after Miss Salome was abed , XXXXX boil another saucepan of taffy for Chester to eat on his journey .
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