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The lady paid no attention to the scrutiny, but calmly removed her bonnet and placed it on the bureau. The room was Captain Eri's, and the general disarrangement of everything movable was only a little less marked than in those of his companions. Mrs. Snow glanced over the heap of odds and ends on the bureau and picked up a comb. There were some teeth in it, but they were distant neighbors.
Snow called twice from the head of the stairs to know if Elsie had come back, and where on earth she could be. Captain Eri's answers were cheery and to the effect that the young lady had an errand up town, and would be home pretty soon, he guessed. Nevertheless, it might have been noticed that he glanced at the clock every few minutes, and grew more and more fidgety.
He hid his discouragement, however, and in response to Captain Eri's question concerning the progress of the matchmaking, said cheerfully: "Oh, it's comin' along, comin' along. Kind of slow, of course, but you can't expect nothin' diff'rent. I s'pose you noticed he was here four times last week?" "Why, no," said Captain Eri, "I don't know's I did."
Then he said: "Do you really mean it, Perez?" "Sartin I do." "What do you think of it, Jerry?" "Think it's a good idee," said that ancient mariner decisively. "We've got to do somethin', and this looks like the only sensible thing." "Then Eri's GOT to do it!" asserted Captain Perez dogmatically. "We agreed to stick together, and two to one's a vote. Come on now, Eri, we'll match."
They were Captain Eri's battle-flags, and just now his opponent was the gray Atlantic. If the latter won, it would only be after a fight. The first wave tripped over the bar and whirled beneath him, sending the dory high into the air and splashing its occupant with spray.
Gracious! it's almost daylight now." They saw him to the door and then came back upstairs. Mrs. Snow was busy, arranging the pillows, setting the room in something like order, and caring for her patient's garments, that had been tossed helter-skelter on the floor in the hurry of undressing. She came to the door as they entered Captain Eri's chamber. "Mrs.
It was Captain Eri's turn to start. He hesitated a moment, tossed the pea jacket back on the settee and sat down once more. Mr. Saunders watched him, grinning triumphantly. "Well?" he said with a sneer. "A coat, you say?" "Yes, a coat. Maybe you know who hid it; I can guess, myself. That coat was burned some. How do you s'pose it got burned?
"I don't care if she stays here till doomsday," emphatically declared the disgruntled one, "I shan't marry her. What's she like, anyhow?" He was surprised at the enthusiasm of Captain Eri's answer. "She's a mighty good woman; that's what I think she is, and she'd make a fust-class wife for any man. I hope you'll say so, too, when you see her.
"Oh, tell 'em she's a relation by marriage," was the answer, muffled by the bed clothes. "Maybe that 'll be true by the time they ask you." "I'll BET it won't!" snorted the rebel. Captain Perez fell asleep almost immediately. Captain Jerry, tired out, did the same, but Captain Eri's eyes did not close. The surf pounded and grumbled. A rooster, early astir, crowed somewhere in the distance.
I want to talk to you 'bout somethin'. You come, too, Jerry." Captain Jerry looked from Elsie to the speaker, and then to Elsie again. But Captain Eri's hand was on his arm, and he rose and went. Elsie watched this wholesale desertion with amazement. Then the door opened again, and Captain Eri put in his head. "Elsie," he said, "I jest want to tell you that this is my doin's, not Jerry's.
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