"Yes, yes, so it does. But which Elizabeth are you talkin" about?"
"Why, Elizabeth Berry. My--our Elizabeth, over here at the Fair Harbor."
The quick change from "my" to "our" was so quick as to be almost imperceptible, but the captain noticed it. He looked up and Kent, catching his eye, colored slightly. Sears noticed the color, also, but his tone, when he spoke, was quite casual.
"Oh," he said. "So Elizabeth"s in it, too, is she? Well, well! What part does she take?"
"She"s "Kitty Gale," my sweetheart."
"You don"t say. She"s good, I"ll bet."
"Wonderful!" Kent"s enthusiasm was unrestrained. "You wouldn"t believe any untrained girl could act as she does. She might have been born for the part, honestly she might."
"Um-hm.... Well, maybe she was."
"Eh? I beg your pardon."
"Nothin", nothin". I"ll have to see that play, even if the Foam Flake founders and Judah has to carry me there pig-back. And how are you gettin" on in it yourself? You haven"t told me that."
"Oh, I"m doing well enough. Trying hard, at least. But, Cap"n Sears, you should see Elizabeth. She is splendid. But she is a wonderful girl, anyway. Don"t you think she is?"
"Yes."
"You couldn"t help thinking so. No one could. Why----"
The remainder of the conversation was, for the most part, a chant, sung as a solo by George Kent, and having as its subject, the wonders of Miss Berry. Captain Sears joined occasionally in the chorus, and smiled cordial and complete agreement. His caller was charmed.
"I"ve had a bully good time, Cap"n," he declared, at parting. "I came intending to stay only a few minutes and I"ve been here an hour and a half. You are one of the most interesting talkers I ever heard in my life, if you don"t mind my saying so."
Sears, whose contributions to the latter half of the conversation had been about one word in twenty, laughed. "I"m afraid you haven"t heard many good talkers," he said.
"Oh, yes, I have. But there are precious few of them in this town. It does a fellow good to know a man like you, who has been everywhere and met so many people and done so many things worth while. And, you and I agree so on almost every point. I don"t know whether you noticed it or not, but our opinions seemed so exactly alike. It"s remarkable, I think.
I like you, Cap"n Kendrick; you don"t mind my saying so, do you?"
"Oh, not a bit, not a bit. Glad of it, of course."
"Yes. I liked you down there at your sister"s, but you were so sick I didn"t have the chance to know you as well as I wanted to. But I had seen enough of you to know I should like you a lot when I knew you better. And Elizabeth, she was sure I would."
"Oh, she was, eh?"
"Yes. Oh, yes. She likes you very much. We talk about you almost every time I call--I mean when we are together, you know. Well, good-by. I"m coming for another talk--and soon, too. May I?"
"Hope you do, son. Come aboard any day. The gangplank is always down for you."
Which was all right, except that as Sears watched his caller swinging buoyantly to the gate, the same unreasonable twinge came back to him, bringing with it the keen sense of depression and discouragement, the realization of his approaching middle age and his crippled condition. It did not last long, he would not permit it to linger, but it was acute while it lasted.
He heard a great deal concerning the approaching production of "Down by the Sea" as the weeks pa.s.sed and the time for that production drew nearer. As he and Elizabeth worked and took counsel together concerning the affairs of the Fair Harbor they spoke of it. She was enjoying the rehearsals hugely and the captain gathered that they furnished the opportunity for change of thought and relaxation which she had greatly needed. They spoke of George Kent, also; Sears saw to that. He brought the young man"s name into their conversation at frequent intervals and took pains to praise him highly and to declare repeatedly his liking for him. All part of his own self-imposed penance, of course. And Elizabeth seemed to enjoy these conversations and agreed with him that George was "a nice boy" and likely to succeed in life.
"I"m so glad you like him, Cap"n Kendrick," she said. "He likes you so much and is so sure that you are a wise man."
Sears turned to look at her.
"Sure that I"m what?" he demanded.
"A wise man. He says that, next to Judge Knowles, he had rather have your opinion than any one else in Bayport."
The captain shook his head. "Dear, dear!" he sighed. "And just as I had come to the conclusion that George was so smart. Me a wise man? _Me!_ Tut, tut! George, you disappoint me."
But she would not be turned aside in that way.
"There is no reason for disappointment that I can see," she said. "I think he is quite right. You _are_ a wise man, Cap"n Kendrick. Of course I know you must be or Judge Knowles would not have selected you to take charge here. But since you and I have been working together I have found it out for myself. In fact I don"t see how we ever got along--mother and I--before you came. And we didn"t get on very well, that is a fact," she added, with a rueful smile.
"Rubbish! You got on wonderfully. And as for the worth of my opinions--well, you ask Northern Lights what she thinks of "em. She"ll tell you, I"ll bet."
"Northern Lights" was Captain Sears"s pet name for Mrs. Aurora Chase.
Elizabeth asked why Aurora should hold his opinions lightly. The captain chuckled.
"Well," he explained, "she asked me yesterday what I thought of the Orthodox minister"s sermons about the Universalist folks play-actin". I said I hadn"t heard "em first hand, but that I understood they were hot.
I thought she sailed off with her nose pretty well aloft, but I couldn"t see why. To-day Esther Tidditt told me that she had understood me to say the sermons were "rot." That"s what comes of bein" hard of hearin". Ho, ho! But truth will out, won"t it?"
The afternoon preceding the evening when "Down by the Sea" was to be publicly presented upon the stage of the town hall was overcast and cloudy. Judah, with one eye upon the barometer swinging in its gimbals in the General Minot front entry, had gloomily prophesied rain. Captain Sears, although inwardly agreeing with the prophecy, outwardly maintained an obstinate optimism.
"I don"t care if the gla.s.s is down so low that the mercury sticks out of the bottom and hits the deck," he declared. "It isn"t goin" to rain to-night, Judah. You mark my words."
"I"m a-markin" "em, Cap"n Sears. I"m a-markin" of "em. But what"s the use of words alongside of a fallin" gla.s.s like that? And, besides, ain"t I been watchin" the sky all the afternoon? Look how it"s smurrin" up over to the west"ard. Look at them mare"s tails streakin" out up aloft.
"Mack"rel skies and mares" tails Make lofty ships to douse their sails."
You know that"s well"s I do, Cap"n Sears."
"Yes, yes, so I do, Judah. But do you know this one?
"Hi, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon."
What have you got to say to that, eh?"
Judah stared at him. His chin quivered.
"Wh--wh--" he stammered. "What have I got to say to that? Why, I ain"t got nawthin" to say to it. There ain"t no sense to it. That"s Mother Goose talk, that"s all that is, What"s that got to do with the weather?"
"It would have somethin" to do with it if a cow jumped over the moon, wouldn"t it?"
"Eh? But---- Oh, creepin" prophets, Cap"n Sears, what"s the use of you and me wastin" our breath over such foolishness? You"re just bein"
funny, that"s all." His expression changed, and he smiled broadly. "Why, by Henry," he declared, "I ain"t heard you talk that way afore since you shipped aboard this General Minot craft along of me. That"s the way you used to poke fun at me aboard the old _Wild Ranger_ when we was makin"
port after a good v"yage. What"s happened to spruce you up so? Doctor ain"t told you any special good news about them legs of yours, has he, Cap"n? Limpin" Moses, I wisht that was it."
Sears shook his head. "No, Judah," he replied. "No such luck as that.
It"s just my natural foolishness, I guess. And I"m goin" to the theater to-night, too, all by myself. Think of it. Do you wonder I feel like a boy in his first pair of long trousers?"