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"Your job's takin' care of Pashy!" roared Captain Eri. Perez scrambled to his feet, but the dory was already half-way across the little patch of comparatively smooth water in the cove. As he looked he saw it enter the first line of breakers, rise amid a shower of foam, poise on the crest, and slip over. The second line of roaring waves came surging on, higher and more threatening than the first.
"Guess this is the crossin' all right," said the Captain, who had cherished some secret doubts. "Here's the deep part comin'. We'll be across in a jiffy." The water mounted to the hubs, then to the bottom of the carryall. Miss Davis' feet grew damp and she drew them up. "Oh, Perez!" she faltered, "are you sure this is the ford?" "Don't git scared, Pashy!
I've never been sole alone in this house afore, and I should be dreadful lonesome if you hadn't come." This was offered as a fresh bait. "Pashy, I've got somethin' I wanted to ask you. Do you think you could er er " "What, Perez?" "I wanted to ask you" the Captain swallowed several times "to ask you What in the nation is that?" "Oh, that's nothin' only the hens squawkin'. Go on!"
The old lady'll go down with colors nailed to the mast, I'll bet; and she'll leave a lot of suds where she sank. Do you know, I never blamed her so much. She was built that way. She's consider'ble like old Mrs. Patience Blodgett, who used to live up here to the Neck; like her only there never was two people more different. Pashy was the craziest blue-ribboner you ever saw.
And now they'll be all burned up! What SHALL I do?" Here the lady began to cry. "Pashy!" roared the Captain, whom the sight of his charmer's tears had driven almost wild, "don't say another word. I'll save them hens or git cooked along with 'em!" And turning up his coat collar, as though he was going into a refrigerator instead of a burning building, Captain Perez sprang through the door.
Pashy says Luther don't say much more, but she jedges, from what he does say, that some of the men hung on with him for a while, but was washed off and drownded." "That's right; there was four or five there when we saw her fust. 'Twas Lute's grip on the centerboard that saved him. It's an awful thing awful!" "Yes, and he would have gone, too, if it hadn't been for you.
Pashy 'll be out in a minute. Here she is now." Miss Patience Davis was as plump as her brother was tall. She impressed one as a comfortable sort of person. Captain Eri did the honors and everyone shook hands. Then they went into the living room of the station. What particularly struck Mrs. Snow was the neatness of everything.
"Pashy," said Captain Perez solemnly, "it's mighty good to hear you say that." It is, perhaps, needless to explain that the "dying" portion of the lady's speech was not that referred to by the Captain; the word "together" was what appealed to him. Miss Patience apparently understood. "Is it?" she said softly. "Yes yes, 'tis."
"I wish you'd mind your own consarns, and give me time," protested Captain Jerry. "Time! How much time do you want? Land of Goshen! I should think you'd had time enough. Why " "Oh, let up!" snorted the persecuted. "Why don't you git married yourself, and bring Pashy over to keep house?
Her one idea in life was gettin' folks to sign the pledge. She married Tim Blodgett, who was the wust soak in the county he'd have figgered out, if you analyzed him, about like a bottle of patent medicine, seventy-two per cent alcohol. Well, Pashy married him to reform him, and she made her brags that she'd get him to sign the pledge.
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