"Yes," the latter confessed. "And he"s likely to stay quite a spell when he does come. Says suthin" "bout settlin" down. He"s gettin" along in years like the rest of us. Mebbe I"ll let him keep store for me this summer whilst I take a vacation," added Cap"n Abe more briskly, "like I been wantin" to do for a long spell back."
"You took a vacation of a week or more about--was it ten year ago?"
demanded Cap"n Joab. "I looked after the place for ye then."
"Ahem! I mean a real vacation," Cap"n Abe declared, still staring at the fishfly now feebly b.u.t.ting its head against the pane. "That week was when I went to the--"hem--buryin" of my a"nt, Joab. I"ll go this time mebbe for two-three months. Take a v"y"ge somewhere, I"ve always wanted to."
"Land sakes!" exploded Cap"n Joab. "I know ye been talkin" "bout cruisin" around--to see your folks, or the like--for the longest spell.
But I didn"t s"pose ye re"lly meant it. And your brother comin", too!
Well!"
"If he can tell of his adventures as well as you relate them," laughed Lawford, "Cap"n Amazon should be an addition to the Cardhaven social whirl."
"You take my advice, young man," Cap"n Abe said, with sternness, "and belay that sort o" talk afore Cap"n Am"zon when he does come. He"s lived a rough sort o" life. He"s n.o.body"s tame cat. Doubt his word and he"s jest as like as not to take ye by the scruff of the neck and duck ye in the water b.u.t.t."
There was a general laugh. Almost always the storekeeper managed to turn the tables in some way upon any doubting Thomas that drifted into his shop. Because of his ability in this particular he had managed to hold his audience all these years.
Lawford could think of no reply with which to turn the laugh. His wit was not of a nimble order. He turned to the door again and suddenly a low e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n parted his lips.
"There"s that girl again!"
Milt Baker screwed his neck around for a look. "See who"s come!" he cackled. "I bet it"s one o" them moving picture actresses."
Lawford cast on the ribald Milt a somewhat angry glance. Yet he did not speak again for a moment.
"Tidy craft," grunted Cap"n Joab, eying the young woman who was approaching the store along the white road.
"I saw her get out of Noah"s ark when he landed at the post-office this noon," Lawford explained to Cap"n Joab. "She looks like a nice girl."
"Trim as a yacht," declared the old man admiringly.
She was plainly city bred--and city gowned--and she carried her light traveling bag by a strap over her shoulder. Her trim shoes were dusty from her walk and her face was pink under her wide hat brim.
Lawford stepped out upon the porch. His gaze was glued again to this vision of young womanhood; but as he stood at one side she did not appear to see him as she mounted the steps.
The heir of the Salt Water Taffy King was twenty-four, his rather desultory college course behind him; and he thought his experience with girls had been wide. But he had never seen one just like Louise Grayling. He was secretly telling himself this as she made her entrance into Cap"n Abe"s store.
CHAPTER III
IN CAP"N ABE"S LIVING-ROOM
Louise came into the store smiling and the dusty, musty old place seemed actually to brighten in the sunshine of her presence. Her big gray eyes (they were almost blue when their owner was in an introspective mood) now sparkled as her glance swept Cap"n Abe"s stock-in-trade--the shelves of fly-specked canned goods and cereal packages, with soap, and starch, and half a hundred other kitchen goods beyond; the bolts of calico, gingham, "turkey red," and mill-ends; the piles of visored caps and boxes of sunbonnets on the counter: the ship-lanterns, coils of rope, boathooks, tholepins hanging in wreaths; bailers, clam hoes, buckets, and the thousand and one articles which made the store on the Sh.e.l.l Road a museum that later was sure to engage the interest of the girl.
Now, however, the clutter of the shop gained but fleeting notice from Louise. Her gaze almost immediately fastened upon the figure of the bewhiskered old man, with spectacles and sou"wester both pushed back on his bald crown, who mildly looked upon her--his smile somehow impressing Louise Grayling as almost childish, it was so kindly.
Cap"n Joab had dodged through the door after Lawford Tapp. The other boys from The Beaches followed their leader. Old Washy Gallup and Amiel Perdue suddenly remembered that it was almost ch.o.r.e time as this radiant young woman said:
"I wish to see Mr. Abram Silt--Captain Silt. Is he here?"
"I"m him, miss," Cap"n Abe returned politely.
Milt Baker surely would have remained of all the crowd of idlers, gaping oilily at the visitor across the top of the rusty stove, had not a shrill feminine voice been heard outside the store,
"Is Milt Baker there? Ain"t none o" you men seen him? Land sakes! he"s as hard to hold as the greased pig on Fourth o" July--an" jest "bout as useful."
"Milt," said Cap"n Abe suggestively, "I b"lieve I hear Mandy callin" you."
"I"m a-comin"!--I"m a-comin", Mandy!" gurgled Milt, cognizant of the girl"s gay countenance turned upon him.
"What did you want, miss?" asked Cap"n Abe, as the recreant husband of the militant Mandy stumbled over his own feet getting out of the store.
Louise bubbled over with laughter; she could not help it. Cap"n Abe"s bearded countenance broke slowly into an appreciative grin.
"Yes," he said, "she does have him on a leadin" string. I do admit Mandy"s a card."
The girl, quick-witted as she was bright looking, got his point almost at once. "You mean she was a Card before she married him?"
"And she"s a Card yet," Cap"n Abe said, nodding. "Guess you know a thing or two, yourself. What can I do for you?"
"You can say: "Good-evening, Niece Louise,"" laughed the girl, coming closer to the counter upon which the storekeeper still leaned.
"Land sakes!"
"My mother was a Card. That is how I came to see your joke, Uncle Abram."
"Land sakes!"
"Don"t you believe me?"
"I--I ain"t got but one niece in the world," mumbled Cap"n Abe.
"An"--an" I never expected to see _her_."
"Louise Grayling, daughter of Professor Ernest Grayling and Miriam Card--your half-sister"s child. See here--and here." She snapped open her bag, resting it on the counter, and produced an old-fashioned photograph of her mother, a letter, yellowed by time, that Cap"n Abe had written Professor Grayling long before, and her own accident policy identification card which she always carried.
Cap"n Abe stretched forth a hairy hand, and it closed on Lou"s as a sunfish absorbs its prey. The girl"s hand to her wrist was completely lost in the grip; but despite its firmness Cap"n Abe"s handclasp was by no means painful. He released her and, leaning back, smiled benignly.
"Land sakes!" he said again. "I"m glad to see little Mirry"s girl. An"
you do favor her a mite. But I guess you take mostly after the Graylings."
"People say I am like my father."
"An" a mighty nice lookin" man--an" a pleasant--as I remember him," Cap"n Abe declared.
"Come right in here, into my sittin"-room, Niece Louise, an" lemme take a look at you. Land sakes!"
He lifted the flap in the counter to let her through. The doorway beyond gave entrance to a wide hall, or "entry," between the store and the living-room. The kitchen was in a lean-to at the back. The table in the big room was already spread with a clean red-and-white checked tablecloth and set with heavy chinaware for a meal. A huge caster graced the center of the table, containing gla.s.s receptacles for salt, red and black pepper, catsup, vinegar, and oil. Knives, forks, and spoons for two--all of utilitarian style--were arranged with mathematical precision beside each plate.