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With this parcel peeping enticingly from my pocket, and with persuasive argument that I could never again leave the Basin without his likeness, as aid to Mrs. Kobbe's tears, we at last seduced him up the stairs of the studio to the long-anticipated ordeal. Now if young Mrs. Kobbe had had the discretion to keep silence!
"Why, don't ye see?" said a companion, pointing to Captain Pharo, who was taking down sail, with the complete flower turned shoreward; "they're Orientiles!" A loud burst of laughter arose. Personal allusions equally glove-fitting were made to Mrs. Kobbe, to Miss Pray, to me, and to the "Eliza Rodgers."
"Come along, Kobbe!" said the admiral, "and bring" he glanced with calm, meaningless vision at me "bring all the rest on ye." He led us under the loud sign of a tin shop, where, after sedate speculation in the matter of purchasing a tea-kettle with a consuming leak in the bottom, he cleared his throat.
The captain and his wife strolled down to the beach, arm in arm, Miss Pray and I following, forlorn and forgotten, behind. We saw the captain tenderly pin the shawl about his wife's neck before he left us on the windy wharf, to go out without a murmur to bring in the "Eliza Rodgers." "How shall we get major down the slip?" I heard Mrs. Kobbe whisper anxiously to Miss Pray.
Kobbe had applied paste to the locks of hair flayed out formidably each side of his head beyond his ears. Altogether, I could not but divine that during my absence his flesh had been growing more and more laggard to the enterprise, his spirit testy and unreconciled.
"Ladies an' gentlemen an' childern," said Captain Pharo, taking his place beside the flag; "we've h'isted of 'er, an' here she blows" he put his hand in his pocket for his pipe, and drew from his vest a match. Mrs. Kobbe coughed loudly, and even shook her head at him: he put them back. "We have h'isted on 'er," he continued, "an' here she blows!" Mrs.
"'T looks 'like somethin' 't the cat brought in, don't it?" said she, still gazing, pale with curiosity. "I don't know," I said, not knowing what to say; "does she bring in a great variety?" "Awful!" said Mrs. Kobbe. Having said which, she put up her piteous little hands to her face and began weeping as if her heart would break. The captain, like the man that he was, took a strong new tack.
"Fattest coot I've seen this year, by clam!" said he, seizing his gun from the bottom of the scow and firing. He fired again, and then rowed eagerly up to it. It was a little wandering wooden buoy bobbing bird-like on the waters. We did not look at him. Mrs. Kobbe and Miss Pray knitted; I scratched the mast with painful diligence. A breeze arose.
Kobbe and Miss Pray, leaving me with an encouraging smile, both sat themselves down, and by the simplest means of descent slid safely and swiftly down the incline, amid ringing cheers and acclamation from the wharf. "Come on, major!" called the captain. "Touch-and-go "
I knew to what he referred, what gratitude was moving in his breast. "Wal, thar now, Cap'n Pharo Kobbe! ain't Vesty Kirtland worthy?" "Vesty!" said the captain, undismayed "Vesty 's an amazin' gal, but she ain't nowheres along o' major!" "Wal, I must say! I wonder whatever put you in such a takin' to major." He did not say.
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