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Now there would be no tea-room to plan for, and, thanks to Sim Crocker and the competent way in which he had assumed care of the store, she no longer felt the absolute necessity of remaining there from daylight until late in the evening. Her Uncle Zoeth was almost well, also; she would no longer have his health as an additional burden upon her mind.
"'Twas Rastus Young," replied Mr. Chase promptly. Even the Captain was obliged to laugh, although he declared that Mr. Young's constancy was a proof that the firm's prospects were good. "Rats'll always leave a sinkin' ship," he said, "and if Zoeth and me was goin' under Rat Young would be the first to quit."
Perusin' up here in the middle of the night without a word to your Uncle Zoeth and me, and and haulin' open that safe and " Again Mary interrupted. "Be still, Uncle Shad!" she commanded. "Sit down! Sit down on that box and listen to me! That's right. Now tell me! Why have you been telling me fibs for almost a year? Answer me! Why have you?" Zoeth looked at Shadrach and the latter looked at him.
"Dirty weather," observed the Captain. "And it'll be dirtier yet before night. You better stay here in snug harbor this afternoon, Zoeth. Simmie and the boy and Mary-'Gusta and I can tend store all right. Yes, yes, you stay right here and keep dry. Hope Mary-'Gusta took an umbrella when she went." "I don't know as she has gone," said Isaiah. "She may be upstairs in her room yet.
We'll have Zoeth up on deck doin' the fishers' hornpipe in a couple of weeks." But it was soon plain to everyone, the Captain included, that many times two weeks must elapse before Mr. Hamilton would be able to appear on deck again, to say nothing of dancing hornpipes.
And to think that you and me, his old partners and lifelong chums as you might say, hadn't seen nor spoken to him for over two years. It makes me feel bad. Bad and sort of conscience-struck." "I know; so it does me, in a way. And yet it wasn't our fault, Zoeth. You know as well as I do that Marcellus didn't want to see us. We was over to see him last and he scarcely said a word while we was there.
But, unlike his present wife, he was not in the habit of referring to his charities, so he kept this information to himself. Zoeth sighed. "I declare," he said, "you're mighty kind in all this, Mr. Keith. I know that you're sartin this goin' away to school would do Mary-'Gusta a sight of good. But but I swan I I can't hardly bear to think of our lettin' her go away from us."
You come here and let's talk it over." Slowly Mary-'Gusta crossed the room. Zoeth sat down upon an empty box near the door and lifted the girl to his knee. "Now you ain't afraid of me, be you?" he asked quietly. Mary-'Gusta shook her head, but her big eyes were fixed upon Captain Shadrach's face. "No-o," she faltered. "I I guess I ain't. But you wasn't the one I did it to. It was him."
Christmas was a happy day at the white house by the shore, a day of surprises. To begin with, there were the presents which were beside the plates at breakfast. Mary had brought gifts for all, Captain Shadrach, Zoeth, and Isaiah. There was nothing expensive, of course, but each had been chosen to fit the taste and liking of the recipient and there was no doubt that each choice was a success.
Now we're all taut and shipshape and nobody can get aboard to interrupt. Fire away, Zoeth. What is it you've got to tell?" Zoeth, his hand trembling, reached into the inside pocket of his coat, took out an old-fashioned wallet and from it produced a much-crumpled envelope. "Shadrach," he said, "I don't hardly know how to begin.
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