It's a house and people live in
it, same as any other house. That's about all there is to say about
it."
"Why is it called Green Fancy?"
"Because it's a green house," replied Jones succinctly.
"You mean that it is painted green?"
"Exactly. Green as a gourd. A man named Curtis built it a couple o'
year ago and he had a fool idee about paintin' it green. Might ha'
been a little crazy, for all I know. Anyhow, after he got it finished
he settled down to live in it, and from that day to this he's never
been off'n the place. He didn't seem sick or anything, so we can't
make out his object in shuttin' himself up in the house an' seldom
ever stickin' his nose outside the door."
"Isn't it possible that he isn't there at all?"
"He's there all right. Every now an' then he has visitors,--just like
this woman to-day,--and sometimes they come down here for supper. They
don't hesitate to speak of him, so he must be there. Miss Tilly has
got the idee that he is a reecluse, if you know what that is."
"It's all very interesting. I should say, judging by the visitor who
came this evening, that he entertains extremely nice people."
"Well," said Jones drily, "they claim to be from New York.
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