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"He did, hey?" responded Washy sharply, springing the surprise he had been leading up to. "Then why didn't he take his chist with him? It's come back to the Paulmouth depot, so Perry Baker says, it not being claimed down to Boston." Washy Gallup's gossip should not have made much impression upon Louise Grayling's mind, but it fretted her.
"The dratted Portygee's gone off to Paulmouth. He left word that he couldn't sail with us this trip." "Then he'll never sail on the Seamew again," declared the skipper grimly. "And that won't bother him none," said the boatswain gloomily. "I'll get breakfast for all hands," said Tunis. "I'm not above that. Where are the hands?" "As far as I know, Cap'n Tunis, they are where Johnny Lark is.
There was no lamp to watch in the window of Latham's Folly to-night. Tunis was far away. Had she been prepared for this unexpected catastrophe, she would have been far, far away from Wreckers' Head before Tunis returned. As it chanced, she possessed very little money scarcely more than enough to take her to Paulmouth. There she would be no better off than she was at Big Wreck Cove.
"Mandy ain't lost her eyesight none either." Washy's thin whine broke through the guffaw: "I seen a picture at Paulmouth once't about a feller and a girl lost in the woods o' Borneo. It was a stirrin' picture. They was chased by headhunters, and one o' these here big man-apes tackled 'em what d'ye call that critter now? Suthin' like ringin' a bell." "Orang-outang," suggested Lawford. "That's it.
'Rion craftily went on: "Look what a number of things have happened since he put this derned schooner into commission. We broke an anchor chain in Paulmouth Harbor, didn't we? And the old mud hook lies there to this day. Did you ever see so many halyards snap in your life, and in just a capful of wind? Didn't we have a tops'l carried away clean in that squall off Swampscott?
Nevertheless, when the Seamew had unloaded and been warped to a berth in an outer tier of small craft to await her turn to load barrels and box shooks for a concern at Paulmouth, Captain Tunis started up into the city. He knew his way about Boston as well as any one not a native, and his first objective point was that restaurant on Scollay Square.
You don't see many soft-collared shirts among the Paulmouth Episcopalians." There spoke the "native," Louise thought; and she smiled. "It scarcely matters, I fancy, which denomination one attends. It is the spirit in which we worship that counts." He gazed upon her seriously. "You're a thoughtful girl, I guess. I should not have looked for that in your business." "In my business? Oh!"
"Last summer an Italian lost his trick bear in the pine woods 'twixt here and Paulmouth and the young 'uns didn't darest to go out of the houses for a week. Poor critter! When they got him he was fair foundered eating green cranberries in the bogs." "Something doing," no matter what, was Gusty's idea of life as it should be. Louise finished her meal and went out of the dining-room.
"I make you a lot of extry work, Prue. Sometimes I feel, fixed as I be in health, I oughter be in the Sailors' Snug Harbor over to Paulmouth. I do, for a fact." "And what would become of me?" cried the old woman, appalled. "Well," returned Cap'n Ira, "you couldn't be no worse off than you be. We'd miss each other a heap, I know." "Ira!" cried his wife.
On Sunday I. Tapp did not accompany his family to church at Paulmouth. Returning, the big car stopped before Cap'n Abe's store and Mrs. Tapp came in to call on Louise. The good woman hugged the girl and wept on her bosom. "I'm so happy and so sorry, both together, that I'm half sick," she said. "Lawford is so proud and joyful that I could cry every time I look at him.
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