A man must be had to protect these lone women, and there was I  not a very efficient protector, I fear, since I am turned sixty-five and sadly crippled with rheumatism, but the best available. For my nephew, Lewis, Doctor C. Lewis Parker, Johns Hopkins Medical College, class of 'i7, though willing enough, was scarcely the man to come, since he was to marry Dorothy in two days; whereas I was Of discreet age and with none to miss me at home. In spite of his assurances I knew well enough that I was a nuisance and no help in my nephew's house; he kept me with him simply because I was his only surviving kinsman, as he was mine, and because his kind heart would not leave me to end my days in some home for the aged. Yes, I knew that I was but a burden upon his goodness  knew it sadly, but without bitterness; a long old age tempers one's pride.
The Trouble at Pinelands was a pretty fun read that combines supernatural elements with a seemingly-unrelated murder mystery. The supernatural element of the book is surprisingly relegated to second fiddle or the background most of the time, but comes into play in a big way later. Dr. Somers has major this-character-can-do-no-wrong syndrome, but was still a likeable character for me. I was less thrilled with the main character, who spends most of the book complaining of his rheumatism. While the book did nothing spectacular, it never bored me, either.
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