I looked her up, and she told me the whole enduring yarn. It was Clemmie's last letter from Adoniah that set me going on your trail, and the old woman cleared up the fog. I had that letter in my pocket up to your place that night, but Providence or something kept me from showing it to you. That old lady had a picture of her darter Emmie, and it nearly knocked me over when she showed it to me.
Clemmie's been soaking his ankle in red pepper." He chuckled quietly as he helped Elizabeth into the dory. "Soaking his foot in red pepper?" "Yes. Hot as fire, too, it was. I asked if she didn't have the water a mite too red, but she said it wa'n't, and I cal'late she'd otter know." "Isn't she the quaintest little woman?
"The most of 'em are that way, but Clemmie's different from the common run. I know I'm an old fool for wishing it, but it ain't easy to give up the woman you love, even after long years of her saying no to you." "You're right, Cap'n. It isn't easy to give up the woman you love." The minister gave the fire a vigorous poke, sending a thick shower of sparks up the chimney. The seaman glanced at him.