But 'Phemie denied flatly--the next minute--that she had any real and sensible reason for opposing Mr. Spink's coming to Hillcrest to board. Indeed, she said emphatically that she had never yet expressed any dislike for the proprietor of Diamond Grits--the breakfast of the million. "My goodness me! why _not_ take him?" she said. "As long as we don't have to eat his breakfast food, I see no reason for objecting." But in her secret heart 'Phemie was puzzled by what "Jud Spink," as he was called by his old associates, was up to! She believed Cyrus Pritchett knew; but 'Phemie stood rather in fear of the stern farmer, as did his whole household. Only Lyddy had faced the bullying old man and seemed perfectly fearless of him; but 'Phemie shrank from adding to the burden on Lyddy's mind by explaining to her all the suspicions _she_ held of this Spink. The man had tried to purchase Hillcrest of Aunt Jane for a nominal sum. He had been lurking about the old house--especially about the old doctor's offices in the east wing--more than once, to 'Phemie's actual knowledge. And Spink was interested in something at the back of Hillcrest Farm. He had been hunting among the rocks there until old Mr. Colesworth's presence had driven him away. What was he after on the old farm where he had lived for some years as a boy? What was the secret of the rocks? And had the mystery finally brought Professor Lemuel Judson Spink to the house itself as a boarder? These questions puzzled 'Phemie greatly. But she wouldn't put them before her sister. If Lyddy was not suspicious, let her remain so. It was their duty to take all the boarders they could get. Mr. Spink added his quota to their profits. 'Phemie was just as eager as Lyddy to keep father on the farm and out of the shop that had so nearly proved fatal to him. "So there's no use in refusing to swallow the breakfast food magnate," decided 'Phemie. "We'll down him, and if we have to make a face at the bitter dose, all right!" Professor Spink came the very next evening. He was a distinct addition to the party at supper. Indeed, his booming voice, his well rounded periods, his unctuous manner, his frock coat, and his entire physical and mental make-up seemed to dominate the dining-room. Mr. Colesworth listened to his supposedly scientific jargon with a quiet smile; the geologist plainly sized up Professor Spink for the quack he was. Mr. Bray tried to be a polite listener to all the big man said. The girls were utterly silenced by the ever-flowing voice of the ex-medicine show lecturer; but Mr. Somers was inclined to argue on a point or two with Professor Spink. This, however, only made the man "boom" the louder. Mrs. Castle seemed willing to listen to the Professor's verbosity and agreed with all he said. She was willing after supper to withdraw from the usual cribbage game and play "enthralled audience" for the ex-lecturer's harangues.