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"We didn't give him much of a chance to say anything. I laid for him in the hall when he arrived and told him that Phinney had got a telegram and must leave immediate. He wanted to know why, and a whole lot more, but I told him we'd write it. Neither Sim nor me cared to face Cousin Harriet after her darlin' son had spun his yarn. Ha! ha! I'd like to have seen her face from a safe distance."
"Well, I swan to MAN!" interrupted the astonished and delighted Phinney. "So you had him after all! And I was scart you'd lost every cent." Captain Sol chuckled. "Yes," he went on, "I had him, and his eyes and mouth opened together. "'WHAT? he bellers. 'Do you mean to say that a boat stopped at that dummed island and DIDN'T TAKE US OFF?
The depot master shook his head. "Don't know, Bailey," he answered, dryly. "I'll have to visit both places 'fore I give an opinion. I HAVE been to South Orham, but the neighborhood that your friend Gabe compared it to I ain't seen yet. I put on that 'yet," he added, with a wink, "'cause I knew Sim Phinney would if I didn't." Captain Bailey rose and covered a yawn with a plump hand.
He had also written to Captain Phinney asking him to resign at once his position as second mate, in order that he might assume command of a steamer shortly to be put on a run between New York and Labrador.
But, persistent as Angeline was, she departed knowing not quite as much as when she came. The interview between Miss Phinney and the captain must have been interesting, judging by the lady's account of it. "I never see such a man in my born days," declared Angie disgustedly. "You couldn't get nothin' out of him.
She suffered from it for ten years and was finally cured by a traveling doctor. "Who is Jonas? Just wait, Anne Shirley. You'll hear all about Jonas in the proper time and place. He is not to be mixed up with estimable old ladies. "My left-hand neighbor at the table is Mrs. Phinney. She always speaks with a wailing, dolorous voice you are nervously expecting her to burst into tears every moment.
She had hardly made this confession when her husband, temporarily relieved of his responsibilities by a pilot, came in search of her and was duly presented to our hero. His name was Phinney, and he so took to Cabot that from that moment the latter no longer found himself lonely or at a loss for occupation.
Phinney. "Wait," continued her husband. "I must have stood there twenty minutes when I heard somebody hurryin' down the Boulevard. 'Twas Cornelius Rowe, all red-faced and het up, but bu'stin' with news. "''Lo, Sim! says he to me. 'Is Cap'n Sol home? Does he know? "'Know? Know what?" says I. "'Why, the trick Mr. Williams put up on him? Hey? You ain't heard? Well, Mr.
"Then you intend to develop it, sir?" cried Cabot. "Certainly, provided we can acquire your claim to the property, and engage a certain Mr. Cabot Grant to act as our assistant Labrador manager." "Do you think me capable of filling so responsible a position, sir?" "I am convinced of it," replied Mr. Hepburn, smiling. "And may I find places for White, and David Gidge, and Captain Phinney, and "
'I do not dance it. 'Not? Don't you? O why? You do dance, I know, for I've seen you; you waltz like a German, a man, I mean. Why don't you dance the German? 'How does a German a man, I mean waltz, Miss Phinney? as distinguished from other nationalities? Stuart asked. 'O, different. 'Wont you tell us in what way? This is interesting.
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