"Oh, splendid! I think it"s the best walk we ever had, don"t you, Uncle Cy?"
"I shouldn"t wonder. You won"t forget our cruises together when you are a big girl and off somewheres else, will you?"
"I"ll NEVER forget "em. And I"m never going anywhere without you."
It was after five as they entered the kitchen.
"Anybody been here while I was out?" asked the captain of Georgianna.
The housekeeper"s eyes were red and swollen, and she hugged Bos"n as she helped her off with her jacket and hood.
"Yes, there has," was the decided answer. "First Ase Tidditt, and then Bailey Bangs, and then that--that Angie Phinney."
"Humph!" mused Captain Cy slowly. "So Angie was here, was she? Where the carca.s.s is the vultures are on deck, or words similar. Humph! Did our Angelic friend have much to say?"
"DID she? And _I_ had somethin" to say, too! I never in my life!"
"Humph!" Her employer eyed her sharply. "So? And so soon? Talk about the telegraph spreadin" news! I"d back most any half dozen tongues in Bayport to spread more news, and add more trimmin" to it, in a day than the telegraph could do in a week. Especially if all the telegraph operators was like the one up at the depot. Well, Georgianna, when you goin" to leave?"
"Leave? Leave where? What are you talkin" about?"
"Leave here. Of course you realize that this ship of ours," indicating the house by a comprehensive wave of his hand around the room, "is goin"
to be a mighty unpopular craft from now on. We may be on a lee sh.o.r.e any minute. You"ve got your own well-bein" to think of."
"My own well-bein"! What do you s"pose I care for my well-bein" when there"s--Cap"n Whittaker, you tell me now! Is it so?"
"Some of it is--yes. He"s come back and he"s who he says he is. You"ve seen him. He was here all day yesterday."
"So Angie said, but I couldn"t scarcely believe it. That toughy! Cap"n Whittaker, do you intend to hand over that poor little innocent thing to--to such a man as THAT?"
"No. There"ll be no handin" over about it. But the odds are against us, and there"s no reason why you should be in the rumpus, Georgianna. You may not understand what we"re facin"."
The housekeeper drew herself up. Her face was very red and her small eyes snapped.
"Cy Whittaker," she began, manners and deference to employer alike forgotten, "don"t you say no more of that wicked foolishness to me. I"ll leave the minute you"re mean-spirited enough to let that child go and not afore. And when THAT happens I"ll be GLAD to leave. Land sakes!
there"s somebody at the door; and I expect I"m a perfect sight."
She rubbed her face with her ap.r.o.n, thereby making it redder than ever, and hurried into the dining room.
"Bos"n," said Captain Cy quickly, "you stay here in the kitchen."
Emmie looked at him in surprised bewilderment, but she suppressed her curiosity concerning the ident.i.ty of the person who had knocked, and obeyed. The captain pulled the kitchen door almost shut and listened at the crack.
The first spoken words by the visitor appeared to relieve Captain Cy"s anxiety; but they seemed to astonish him greatly.
"Why!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "Ain"t that--It sounds like--"
"It"s teacher," whispered Bos"n, who also had been listening. "She"s come to find out why I wasn"t at school. You tell her, Uncle Cy."
Georgianna returned to announce:
"It"s Miss Dawes. She says she wants to see you, Cap"n. She"s in the settin" room."
The captain drew a long breath. Then, repeating his command to Emmie to stay where she was, he left the room, closing the door behind him. The latter procedure roused Bos"n"s indignation.
"What made him do that?" she demanded. "I haven"t been bad. He NEVER shut me up before!"
The schoolmistress was standing by the center table in the sitting room when Captain Cy entered.
"Good evenin"," he said politely. "Won"t you sit down?"
But Miss Dawes paid no attention to trivialities. She seemed much agitated.
"Cap"n Whittaker," she began, "I just heard something that--"
The captain interrupted her.
"Excuse me," he said, "but I think we"ll pull down the curtains and have a little light on the subject. It gets dark early now, especially of a gray day like this one."
He drew the shades at the windows and lit the lamp on the table. The red glow behind the panes of the stove door faded into insignificance as the yellow radiance brightened. The ugly portraits and the stiff old engravings on the wall retired into a becoming dusk. The old-fashioned room became more homelike.
"Now won"t you sit down?" repeated Captain Cy. "Take that rocker; it"s the most comf"table one aboard--so Bos"n says, anyhow."
Miss Phoebe took the rocker, under protest. Her host remained standing.
"It"s been a nice afternoon," he said. "Bos"n--Emmie, of course--and I have been for a walk. "Twan"t her fault, "twas mine. I kept her out of school. I was--well, kind of lonesome."
The teacher"s gray eyes flashed in the lamplight.
"Cap"n Whittaker," she cried, "please don"t waste time. I didn"t come here to talk about the weather nor Emily"s reason for not attending school. I don"t care why she was absent. But I have just heard of what happened at that meeting. Is it true that--" She hesitated.
"That Emmie"s dad is alive and here? Yes, it"s true."
"But--but that man last night? Was he THAT man?"
The captain nodded.
"That"s the man," he said briefly.
Miss Dawes shuddered.
"Cap"n Whittaker," she asked earnestly, "are you sure he is really her father? Absolutely sure?"
"Sure and sartin."
"Then she belongs to him, doesn"t she? Legally, I mean?"
"Maybe so."
"Are--are you going to give her up to him?"