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From the room behind the door came a shout of laughter; then someone said: "Better give it another turn, hadn't I, to make sure? If two turns fixes it so we don't hear for a couple of hours, another one ought to shut it up for a week. That's arithmetic, ain't it?" The laugh that followed this was cut short by Hazeltine's throwing the door wide open.
As he was digging, Ralph came strolling down to the shore. Mr. Hazeltine's "Good-morning" was clear and hearty. Captain Jerry's was hesitating and formal. The talk that followed was rather one-sided. Finally, the Captain laid down his hoe, and came splashing over to where his friend was standing. "Mr. Hazeltine," he said confusedly, "I kind of feel as if I ought to beg your pardon.
He stuck to the old "twice-a-week" plan for a while, but looked so scrubby by contrast that out of mere self-respect he had to follow suit. Obviously two females in the house were one too many. Something had to be done. Ralph Hazeltine's frequent calls gave him the inspiration he was looking for. This was to bring about a marriage between Ralph and Miss Preston.
Snow, and the news he announced at the supper table as follows: "Mr. Hazeltine's goin' to leave the cable station," he said. "Goin' to leave!" repeated the housekeeper, "what for?" "I don't know, ma'am. All I know is what I heard Mr. Wingate say. He said Mr. Hazeltine was goin' to get through over at the station pretty soon. He said one of the operators told him so." "Well, for the land's sake!
There were at least tears in your face then, and cinders, and your mother's best advice, and the worry about the mortgage, and and the blush of Joe Hazeltine's kiss!" Furtively with the tip of her index-finger she started to search her imperturbable pink cheek for the spot where Joe Hazeltine's kiss had formerly flamed. "My hands are all right, anyway!" she acknowledged with infinite relief.
All up and down the outer beach are the sun-whitened bones of schooners and ships; and all about them, and partially covering them, is sand, sand, sand, as white and much coarser than granulated sugar. Hazeltine's post-office trip and other errands had taken much more time than he anticipated, and more than two hours had gone by before he called for Captain Eri.
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