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"She looks to be all you say," said his visitor admiringly but rather surprised that not an oath had yet fallen from the lips of the Captain. He had not learned that Captain Tolley, to use his own language, "never washed his ammunition in port or in mild weather." When aroused by a severe storm or other peril, the Captain was transformed into a different man.
Light was so plentiful, at this factory of light, that even the Hopps' barnlike home blazed with a dozen "thirty-twos." "Nothing like having a little light on the subject, Mr. Fo'ster," said Mrs. Tolley, coming out to the porch.
Thus, as Captain Tolley had said, Captain Alden was confined in Keeper Arnold's house; and, when the party in which the readers of this story are especially interested, arrived late at night from Salem, they were taken to comparatively comfortable apartments.
"I have done business for a great many gentlemen, and no one ever found me untrue to him," replied Captain Tolley, proudly. "Some things I will not do for anybody, or for any price; but that ends it. I never betray confidence." "Do you believe in witches, Captain?" "Indeed I do." "Well I suppose that settles it," replied the young man in a disappointed tone, rising to his feet.
"Of course I can nothing pleases Tolley more than to have people admire his vessel even though a landsman's admiration, you know, really cannot seem of much account to a sailor. But I cannot write here; let us adjourn to the Lion." Captain Tolley and the Storm King.
Miss Tolley bowed; and allowed herself to be drawn away by a lank-haired young man who had likewise been waiting for an opening. He represented the Uplift Film Association of Chicago, and was wishful to know if Miss Tolley would consent to altering the last chapter and so providing "Running Waters" with a happy ending. He pointed out the hopelessness of it in its present form, for film purposes.
Tolley, elegantly adding, when the door had closed behind him: "And leave me tell you right now that somebody was real fond of children to raise YOU!" "An' I'm not planning to spend the heyday of my girlhood ironing napkins for you, Pauly Pet!" said Min, reaching for his discarded napkin and folding it severely into a wooden ring.
"Not a particle for Boston law," replied Captain Tolley. "The only law recognized on board the Storm King is the command of its Captain. You have been brought here to marry these two young friends of mine; and you will not leave the vessel before you do it if I have to take you with us all the way to China." Master Mather pondered the matter for a moment.
After reading the note of introduction, Captain Tolley gave a keen look at his visitor. "Yes, the Storm King is a bird and a beauty," said he proudly. "Look at her! See what great wings she has! And what a hull, to cut the seas! She was built after my own plans. Give me plenty of sea-room, and a fair start, and I will laugh at all the gun frigates of the royal navy."
I want you particularly to meet the boy. He will interest you." Miss Tolley appeared to be getting muddled. "Whose boy?" she demanded. "Ivanoff's," explained the Human Document. "He was our only child." Flossie appeared, towing a white-haired, distinguished-looking man, a Mr. Folk. She introduced him and immediately disappeared. Joan wished she had been left alone a little longer.
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