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THE MYSTERY OF THE
PILGRIM TRADING POST
The Mystery of
THE
PILGRIM
TRADING
POST
by Anne Molloy
Illustrated by Floyd James Torbert
Copyright © 1964, by Anne Molloy
All rights reserved. No part of this book
may be reproduced without
written permission of the publisher.
THE MYSTERY OF THE
PILGRIM TRADING POST
CHAPTER ONE
UNWILLING VISITORS
“Come on, you young ones, hop aboard. We’ll do our getting acquainted on the way home,” Cousin Mary Peter Tibbetts called from the driver’s seat of her old car.
Two boys and a girl had just filed down from the high, aluminum-sided bus at the filling-station stop. They were the only passengers for this town far down the Maine coast; the rest would go on to the next stop across the Canadian border. Now, stiff from hours of riding and somewhat bewildered in the bright sunshine, they walked toward their cousin’s car.
The new arrivals from Boston were thirteen-year-old twins, Will and Lettie Dennis, and their cousin, Jonas Wingate. Although the twins had looked forward to meeting Jonas this morning, they had disliked him from the first. And they felt from the tone of his few words on the trip that, although they were cousins and of the same age, he disliked them.
Cousin Mary Peter beckoned them on gently. Her car doors were waiting open like the spread wings of a bird.
“Come on, stow your gear in back there; plenty of room, especially for such small bags. They don’t look half big enough for folks that have come to stay all summer,” she said. Her voice was a bit gruff but her blue eyes were kind.
Will and Lettie exchanged glances that meant, doesn’t she know we came for a week’s trial, that we don’t have to stay if we can’t stand the place? As for Jonas’s feelings about this visit, they couldn’t read his face. So far it had worn but one expression, that of scorn for everything they had seen together from the crooked streets of Boston to the Maine countryside.
“Sit any way you want,” Cousin Mary Peter invited, “but be sure to slam the doors hard. They jiggle open in nothing flat on these rough roads.”
Will climbed into the front seat by Cousin Mary Peter. He knew without looking that Lettie was scowling at being in the back with Jonas. The car doors banged. Then, with a roar and a lurch, the car shot out into the main street. The town was so small that they were soon among open fields. They were green and rolling, returning to the wilderness for the most part, and sprinkled with daisies, buttercups, and the red-orange of Indian paintbrush. Beyond were the peaked tops of evergreens that continued on and on as far as the eye could see. It was hard not to believe that they didn’t stretch straight to the Arctic Circle.
“Why would anyone want to shoot for the moon when they can come here? It’s just as lonesome.” Although Jonas spoke low so his older cousin wouldn’t hear, his tone was scornful.
“Sorry to drag you off before you could even get a look at the town, but the bus was quite late and I’ve got folks waiting back home and along the way, too, for prescriptions,” Cousin Mary Peter explained. “I’m sure you’ve been told that I’m the village druggist and sometimes what amounts to the doctor. There’s none for miles.”
“I know, I know, Mother told me,” said Jonas impatiently.
“That so?” said Cousin Mary Peter. “And what else, I wonder? That I live alone in my haunted house and keep rather strange hours. That I eat when it suits me and work in my store?”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” Lettie admitted tactfully, “Mother did say you didn’t exactly live by the clock.”
“That’s right,” Cousin Mary Peter continued. “Too many rules and regulations when I was growing up, I guess. I had too much living on the dot. These days I cook one big meal and sort of scrabble for the rest. Hope you won’t mind. Talking of food reminds me I’m hungry. Will, if you are Will, reach in the glove compartment and find a bar of chocolate. It’s in there somewhere. Divide it in four and pass out the pieces, will you? Also, hand me a little brown bottle that’s in there. I promised Lucy Hibbs I’d leave it for her. Yes, that’s the one.”
Suddenly she applied the brakes. Her passengers all jerked forward as the car halted before a dreary gray house.
“I won’t be more than a sec,” said Cousin Mary Peter. Bottle in hand, she strode toward the house.
“You wouldn’t think anyone could live in such a ramshackle place,” said Jonas. “The whole thing tips back, house, ell, barn, and all, as if any day they’d go toppling over like a line of domino soldiers.”
This was the most human remark her cousin had made so Lettie agreed with him. “I don’t think I’m going to like it here the least bit,” she said. “For summertime, it’s cold and gloomy. And what will we do all day? Cousin Mary Peter isn’t going to help us pass the time, is she?”
“Say,” Jonas burst out, “did you two want to come in the first place? I sure didn’t. My Dad and I had camping plans all made, the trip to the Rockies we’ve always talked about. Then when this invitation to Surprise Harbor came, plans got changed. My mother said one of us ought to be here for one last summer in the old Tibbetts homestead. I’m it, worse luck.”
Now his cousins could understand Jonas’s scornful attitude.
“We didn’t much want to come, but we didn’t have much to leave. Our dad was signed up to teach summer school and we’d have stayed right home,” said Lettie.
“Speak for yourself,” said her brother. “Maybe you didn’t have plans. I did. This was the summer I was going to get rich, mow lawns and all, and in between times work hard on tennis. I wasn’t the least bit crazy about coming away.”
“It was our mother that was crazy about our coming. She acted as if it were the end of the world when she got Cousin Mary Peter’s letter saying this was the old house’s very last summer.” Lettie smiled at her cousin.
“My mother was the same way. You’d think the Tibbetts homestead was the first, best, and most beautiful house in the whole country.” Jonas looked more agreeable every minute.
“What
