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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Ye little specimint!" he called, "what ye mean by burrowin' in the sand an' scarin' one of the government officials clar out o' common sense? Come here, ye varmint!" "My Cap'n!" The strong young arms were about the rugged neck. "You were just going to send up a Coston light, now weren't you, Daddy?" "No. I war not! I don't waste nary a Coston on a wuthless little hulk like ye.
What did he do?" "Do? Why, he gave me the key to his front door. He reads with me and tells me what to read. We're great friends!" "Yer 'tarnal specimint!" Billy was shaking. "I see ye've caught the mainland fever, eh, gal? Ye don't want t' bide on the dunes 'long o' old Billy, now, eh?" "You blessed old Cap'n!" Janet struggled to hold her prize. "I'm perfectly happy!
"Don't take on!" he panted as they placed him upon the nearest cot and began to strip his icy clothing from him; "this ain't what ye might call anythin' at all!" Janet knelt beside him. "My Cap'n!" was all she could say; "my own, dear Cap'n Daddy!" "Ye little specimint!" Billy closed his eyes luxuriously. "They've told me what ye've done!"
I can see ye now as I used t' tie ye up till the storm was over. What a 'tarnal little rascal ye war! The waves of tantrums rolled over ye, one by one, yer yells growin' less an' less; an' bime by ye called out 'tween squalls, 'Cap'n Daddy, it's most past!" There was a mist over Billy's eyes. "Ye 'tarnal little specimint!" he added. "But, Cap'n, dear!"
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