In circumstances less agitating Ann had not failed to observe that the thread about the messenger's wing was not of the kind that Master Simon used. But her eyes opened wide as they fell on the handwriting, and still wider as she read: "_It is all for the best, perhaps. If only people have not begun to talk_.--Prudence." A second messenger arrived towards evening with word of Harmony's success. But the news hardly relaxed Ann's brow, which kept a pensive contraction even when her master arrived next evening and poured out her winnings on the table from the silver challenge cup. She wore this frown at intervals for a fortnight, and all the while maintained an unusual silence which puzzled Master Simon. Then one morning he heard her in the kitchen scolding the tap-boy with all her pristine heartiness. That night, after mulling her master's ale, she turned at the door, saucepan in hand, and coughed to attract attention. "Well, Ann; what is it?" "You've been philanderin'." "Hey! Upon my word, Ann--" Ann produced the Widow Waddilove's note and flattened it out under Master Simon's eyes. And Master Simon blushed painfully. "Are you goin' to marry the woman?" Ann demanded. "I think not." "I reckon you will." "Well, you see, there has been a hitch. She won't leave the 'Pandora's Box,' and I'm not going to budge from 'Flowing Source.' If a woman won't put herself out to that extent--Besides, she cooks no better than you." "Not so well. You wasn't thinking, by any chance, o' marrying _me_?" "Ann, you're perfectly brazen! Well, no; to tell you the plain truth, I wasn't." "That's all right; because I've gone and promised myself to a young farmer up the valley." "What's his name?" "I shan't tell you; for the reason that I've a second to fall back on, if I find on acquaintance that the first won't do. But first or second, I'll marry one or t'other at the month-end, and so I give you notice." Master Simon sighed. "Well! well! I must get on as best I can with Tom for a while." Tom was the tap-boy. "Tom's going, too. I bullied him so this morning that he means to give notice to-morrow; that is, if he don't save himself the trouble by running off to sea." "The twelfth in five years!" ejaculated Master Simon, stopping his pipe viciously. "And small blame to them! Married man or mariner--that's what a boy is born for. Better dare wreck or wedlock than sit here and talk about both. Take my advice, master, and marry the widow!" Ann carried out her own matrimonial programme, at any rate, with spirit and determination. Finding the first young farmer satisfactory, she espoused him at the end of the month, and turned her back on "Flowing Source." And Tom the tap-boy fulfilled her prophecy and ran away to sea. And the old inn leaned after him until its timbers creaked. And the autumn floods rose and covered the meadows.