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Delaplaine kept to himself, and on the second day out, the food which was served to them being most wretchedly cooked, Dame Charter ventured into the galley to see if she could do anything in the way of improvement. "I think you may eat this," she said, when she returned to Kate, "but I don't think that anything on board is fit for you.
"And my Dickory," cried Dame Charter, "was he not there? Has he not yet returned to the town? It must now be a long time since he went away." "I know not anything more than I have told you," said the captain. "And if Mr. Delaplaine and the two ladies will get into my boat, I will quickly take you to the town and show you where you may find Captain Bonnet and learn all you wish to know."
Delaplaine, and ease the minds both of them and my mother, all of whom must now be in most doleful plight, not knowing anything about you or hearing anything from me, and this for so long a time; then you could remain here with no feelings of haste until you had disposed of your cargoes and had finished your business." Captain Bonnet stood loftily with a smile of benignity upon his face.
Ay! and in which and the pirate's eye glistened with parental joy as this thought came into his mind he might, disguised as a plain gentleman, make a visit to Mistress Kate and to his good brother-in-law, Delaplaine. So Dickory was now to be satisfied, and even to admit that there might be some good common sense in these remarks of that most uncommon pirate, Captain Bonnet.
I am sorry to have you leave me, sir, and with your ladies; but, as you say, here's your chance to get home, and I don't know when I could give you another." Mr. Delaplaine replied courteously and gratefully, and by the next boat he went back to the Restless.
"Write him down, with a horse and a saddle for his capital and riding his business. Who's next? Hatty Delaplaine! What will you have?" Hatty, a pale, freckled girl, with twinkling gray eyes, was ready with her answer. "I'd like to have Stewart's store, all to myself, and a dressmaker." "The dressmaker all to yourself too, I suppose. Girls are the queerest things!" said Norton.
As soon as his back was turned, the captain of the brig was approached by a very respectable elderly gentleman, apparently not engaged either in the mercantile marine or in piratical pursuits, who stopped him and said: "Sir, my name is Felix Delaplaine, merchant, of Spanish Town, Jamaica.
"Oh! go not to another, father," pleaded Kate, her pale face in tears; "visit no more of them, I pray you!" "Ay, truly, keep away from them," said Mr. Delaplaine. "I am no coward, but I vow to you that I shall die of fright if I come close to another of those floating hells."
Delaplaine's mail, which consisted mostly of catalogues, came addressed to N.B. Delaplaine, Esq., and even the little French Canadian kiddies tumbling around the gardens of the mill houses down in Nantic knew what that N.B. stood for, but to Gilead he was just "Bony" Delaplaine. Every day that first week found the girls down at the Farm prying around the ruins for any lost treasures.
Delaplaine, "I have judged it to be wise, and indeed necessary, for us to part company with you, sir, and to take passage on this brig, which, by a most fortunate chance, is bound for Kingston. My niece, I know, will be greatly disappointed by this course of events, but we have no choice but to fall in with them."
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