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Thornly," he said, in a tone that brought, again, the color to Thornly's face. "An' what's more," Tapkins continued, "I don't think same as you do 'bout the inlet, nuther, Mr. Thornly. Nater is pretty much alike in sand bars, an' folks, an' what not! God Almighty knows what He's about when He piles up them dunes what divides ocean an' bay; an' folks an' folks!" "Go on, Tapkins!"
Unconsciously he had been a link between Janet and the Hills. In his slow, dull fashion he repeated all he saw and heard at the Station, and Thornly, trusting to Tapkins's uncomprehending manner, sent messages to the dunes that he knew Janet's keener wit would interpret and understand. But Thornly had still something to learn about Tapkins.
I'm going to let as brave and trusty a little craft as ever sailed go out into the broad waters where she belongs. Do you catch on, Tapkins?" "I do that!" murmured Mark, and he dropped Thornly's hand. "I'll watch out, Mr. Thornly. It's my way t' watch, an' I'm learnin' one thing over an' over. In this life there's plenty t' learn if you've got power!" Mark had done his duty and departed.
"Any news this morning?" he said cheerily, pushing a stool toward Mark. "She's come off," said Tapkins with his eyes fixed upon "The Pimpernel." "Is already off?" Thornly's color rose. "You know you said they were coming soon." "They've come! Her an' Billy is down t' Davy's." "And Billy, how is he?" asked Thornly. "Middlin'. But he ain't complainin' none. Say, Mr.
"Travel an' city ways, Mr. Thornly, make men understand each other." The old foolish conceit added dignity to the evident purpose with which Mark was struggling. "Now, over t' the Station the crew think you're a 'vestigator!" So they had been talking him over, those quiet, apparently unobservant men! "What do they think I'm investigating, Tapkins?"
One Mrs Veneering and one Mr and Mrs Veneering requesting that additional honour, instantly do penance in white cardboard on the hall table. Mrs Tapkins likewise discovers her omission, and with promptitude repairs it; for herself; for Miss Tapkins, for Miss Frederica Tapkins, for Miss Antonina Tapkins, for Miss Malvina Tapkins, and for Miss Euphemia Tapkins.
I shouldn't wonder now, if he were looking at me as he hauls the oil up to the lamp; and Susan Jane, chair-ridden as she is, has eyes that go out like a devilfish's feelers; and then there is Mark Tapkins! I'm afraid you'll have trouble with Mark's eyes!" Thornly was laughing uproariously. "You open a vista of human possibilities that makes me about crazy," he said.
With this oft-repeated sentiment Mark reached his father's door one day and through it caught the smell of frying crullers. Old Pa Tapkins was realizing his harvest from the boarders by acting upon Janet's suggestion to Mark.
The girl had borne her share the previous night, but her face showed no trace of the vigil. "Sprucin'?" Davy paused. Tired as he was, the girl's beauty caught and held him. "Some. I've set your breakfast out on the table, Davy, and the coffee is on the stove." "Yer gettin' t' be a master hand at cookin', Janet. I don't b'lieve Pa Tapkins can beat yer coffee. Expectin' Mark back?"
"It was his turn at the Light last night, Susan Jane." "Land sake! I know that. Didn't I hear David snorin' fit t' bust, till mornin'? But Mark didn't use t' lap his turn clear on t' the next forenoon. Janet, do you know what I think?" "No, Susan Jane." "I think Mark Tapkins is shinin' up t' you!" "Do you, Susan Jane?" Janet was struggling with her hair. "Yes, I do.
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