Reminded that the pails were not theirs, he brutally asked what did he care, adding that he could buy a million pails if he took a notion to.

But presently he listened to reason, and made reasonable proposals.

The Merle twin was to go back to the evil place, salvage the pails, leave them at the Penniman house, and hasten to a certain confectioner's at the heart of the town, where a lavish reward would be at once his.

After troubled reflection he consented, and they went their ways.

The Merle twin sped to the quiet nook where Jonas Whipple had been put away in 1828, and sped away from there as soon as he had the pails.
Not even did he bend a moment above the little new-made grave where lay a part of all that was mortal of Patricia Whipple.