His smile broadened. Elizabeth smiled too, but her smile was a bit uncertain.
"I--I _think_ I understand you, Cap"n Kendrick," she said. "But I"m not quite sure. How did you---- Would you mind being just a little more clear? Won"t you explain a little more fully?"
"Surely. Easiest thing in the world. Take Sister Snowden. I cast anchor under her lee--and "twas like tyin" up to an iceberg at first. Ha, ha!--and I began by sayin" that I had been waitin" for a chance to speak with her alone. There were a few things I wanted to explain, I said. I told her that of course I realized she was not like the average, common run of females here in the Harbor. I knew that so far as brains and refinement and--er--beauty were concerned she was far, far ahead, had all the rest of "em hull down, so to speak."
"Cap"n Kendrick, you didn"t!"
"Eh! Well, maybe I left out the "beauty," but otherwise than that I told her just that thing. The ice began to melt a little and when I went on to say that I realized how much the success of the Fair Harbor depended on her sense and brains and so on she was obliged to give in that she agreed with me. It was what she had thought all the time, you see; so when I told her I thought so too, we began to get on a common fishin"
ground, so to speak. And the more I hinted at how wonderful I thought she was the smarter she began to think _I_ was. It ended in a sort of understandin" between us. I am to do the best I can as skipper here and she is to help along in the fo"castle, as you might say. When I need any of her suggestions I"m to go and ask her for "em. And we aren"t either of us goin" to tell the rest of the crew--or pa.s.sengers, or whatever you call "em--a word. When she and I separated there was a puddle of oil all around that Eyrie place, but there wasn"t a breaker in sight. Ha, ha!
Oh, dear!"
He laughed aloud. Miss Berry laughed, too, but she still seemed somewhat puzzled.
"But, Cap"n Kendrick," she said, "you"re not going to ask for her suggestions, are you?"
"Only when I need "em. The agreement was that I was to ask when I needed "em. I have a pretty strong feelin" that I shan"t need "em much."
"But it was her idea, the buying of that ridiculous statuary."
"Yes, I know. We talked about that. I told her that I was sure the iron menagerie that belonged to her uncle, or whoever it was, would have made this place look as lovely as the Public Garden in Boston. I said you and your mother thought so, too, but that the trouble was we couldn"t afford "em at present. If ever another collection hove in sight that we could afford, I"d let her know. But, whatever happened, she must always feel that I was dependin" on her. She said she was glad to know that and that I _could_ depend on her. So it"ll be fair weather in her lat.i.tude for a while."
"And Susanna--Mrs. Brackett? What did you say to her?"
"Oh, exactly what I said to Elvira. I can depend on her, too, she said so. And I can have _her_ advice--when I need it. The main thing, Miss Elizabeth, was, it seemed to me, to smooth down the rough water until I could learn a little of my new job, at least enough to be of some help to you. Because it is plain enough that if this Fair Harbor is to keep afloat and on an even keel, you will keep it so--just as you have been keepin" it for the last couple of years. I called myself the admiral here the other day, when I was talkin" to that committee. I realize that all I really am, or ever will be, is a sort of mate to you, Miss Elizabeth. And a good deal of a lubber even at that, I am afraid."
The lubber mate was, at least, a diligent student. Each morning found him hobbling to the door of the Fair Harbor--the side door now, not the stately and seldom-used front door--and in the room which Cordelia Berry called her "study" he and Elizabeth studied the books and accounts of the inst.i.tution. These were in good condition, surprisingly good condition, and he of course realized that that condition was due to the capability and care of the young woman herself. Mrs. Berry professed a complete knowledge of everything pertaining to the Fair Harbor, but in reality her knowledge was very superficial. In certain situations she was of real help. When callers came during hours when Elizabeth and Sears were busy Cordelia received and entertained them and was in her element while doing so. At dinner--on one or two occasions the captain dined at the Harbor instead of limping back to Judah"s kitchen--she presided at the long table and was the very pattern of the perfect hostess. A stranger, happening in by chance, might have thought her the owner of palaces and plantations, graciously dispensing hospitality to those less favored. As an ornament--upon the few occasions when the Fair Harbor required social ornamentation--Cordelia Berry left little to be desired. But when it came--as it usually did come--to the plain duties of housekeeping and managing, she left much. And that much was, so Sears Kendrick discovered, left to the willing and able hands of her daughter.
As, under Elizabeth"s guidance, Captain Sears plodded through the books and accounts, he was increasingly impressed with one thing, which was how very close to the wind, to use his own seafaring habit of thought and expression, the Fair Harbor for Mariners" Women was obliged to sail.
The income from the fifty thousand dollar endowment fund was small, the seven hundred dollars paid yearly by the guests helped but a little, and expenses, even when pared down as closely as they had been, seemed large in comparison. Mrs. Berry"s salary as matron was certainly not a big one and Elizabeth drew no salary at all. He spoke to her about it.
"Don"t they pay you any wages for all the work you do here?" he queried.
She shook her head. "Of course not," she replied. "How could they? Where would the money come from?"
"But--why, confound it, you run the whole craft. It isn"t fair that you should do it for nothin"."
"I do it to help mother. Her salary as matron here is practically all she has. She needs me. And, of course, the Fair Harbor is our home, just as it is Elvira"s and Esther Tidditt"s, and the rest."
He glanced at her quickly to see if there was any trace of bitterness or resentment in her expression. He had detected none in her voice. But she was, apparently, not resentful, not as resentful as he, for that matter.
"Yes," he said, and if he had paused to think he would not have said it, "it is your home now, but it isn"t goin" to be always, is it? You"re not plannin" to stay here and help your mother for the rest of your life?"
She did not reply at once, when she did the tone was decisive and final.
"I shall stay as long as I am needed," she said. "Here are the bills for the last month, Cap"n Kendrick."
That evening the captain employed Judah and the Foam Flake to carry him to and from Judge Knowles". The call was a very brief one. Sears had determined to trouble the judge as little as was humanly possible.
"Judge," he said, coming to the point at once, "I"ve been lookin" over the books and runnin" expenses of that Harbor place and for the life of me I can"t see how it can carry another cent and keep afloat. As it is, that Berry girl ought to draw at least a hundred a month, and she doesn"t get a penny."
Knowles nodded. "I know it," he agreed. "But you say yourself that the Fair Harbor can"t spare another cent. How could we pay her?"
"I don"t know. And what I don"t know a whole lot more is how I"m goin"
to be paid fifteen hundred a year. Where"s that comin" from; can you tell me?"
From the bed--the invalid was in bed most of the time now--came a characteristic chuckle. "He, he, he," laughed the judge. "So you"ve got on far enough to wonder about that, eh?"
"I certainly have. And I want to say right here that----"
"Hold on! Hold on, Kendrick! Don"t be a fool. And don"t make the mistake of thinkin" I"m one, either. I may have let you guess that the Fair Harbor was to pay your salary. It isn"t because it can"t. _I"m_ paying it and I"m going to pay it--while I"m alive and after I"m dead.
You"re my subst.i.tute and so long as you keep that job you"ll get your pay. It"s all arranged for, so don"t argue."
"But, Judge, why----"
"Shut up. I want to do it and I can afford to do it. Let a dead man have a little fun, can"t you. You"ll earn your money, I tell you. And when that Egbert comes I"ll get the worth of mine--dead or alive, I"ll get it. Now go home and let me alone, I"m tired."
But Sears still hesitated.
"That"s all right, Judge," he said. "You"ve got the right to spend your own money, I presume likely, so I won"t say a word; although I may have my own opinion as to your judgment in spendin" it. But there"s one more thing I can"t quite get over. Here am I, about third mate"s helper aboard that Harbor craft, bein" paid fifteen hundred a year, and that girl--as fine, capable, sensible--er--er--nice girl as ever lived, I do believe--workin" her head off and runnin" the whole ship, as you might say, and bein" paid nothin" at all. It isn"t right. It isn"t square. I won"t stand it. I"ll heave up my commission and you pay her the fifteen hundred. _She_ earns it."
Silence. Then another slow chuckle from the bed.
"Humph!" grunted Judge Knowles. ""Fine, capable, sensible, nice--"
Getting pretty enthusiastic, aren"t you, Kendrick? He, he, he!"
Taken by surprise, and suddenly aware that he had spoken very emphatically, the captain blushed, and felt, himself a fool for so doing.
"Why--I--I--" he stammered, then laughed, and declared stoutly, "I don"t care if I am. That girl deserves all the praise anybody"s got aboard.
She"s a wonder, that"s what she is. And she isn"t bein" treated right."
The answer was of a kind quite unexpected.
"Well," rasped the judge, "who said she was?"
"Eh? What----"
"Who said she was? Not I. Don"t you suppose I know what Elizabeth Berry is worth to Lobelia Seymour"s idiot shop over yonder? And what she gets--or doesn"t get? And didn"t I tell you that her father was my best friend? Then.... Oh, well! Kendrick, you go back to your job. And don"t you fret about that girl. What she doesn"t get now she.... Humph! Clear out, and don"t worry me any more. Good night."
So the captain departed. In a way his mind was more at rest. He was nearer to being reconciled to the fifteen hundred a year now that he knew it was not to come from the funds of the Fair Harbor. Judge Knowles was reputed to be rich. If he chose to pay a salary to gratify a whim--why, let him. He, Kendrick, would do his best to earn that salary.
But, nevertheless, he did not intend to let Elizabeth Berry remain under any misapprehension as to where the salary was coming from. He would tell her the next time they met. A new thought occurred to him. Why not tell her then--that very evening? It was not late, only about nine o"clock.
"Judah," he said, "I"ve got to run in to the Harbor a minute. Drive me around to the side door, will you? And then wait there for me, that"s a good fellow."
So, leaving the Foam Flake and its pilot to doze comfortably in the soft silence of the summer evening, Sears--after Judah had, as was his custom, lifted him down from the wagon seat and handed him his cane--plodded to the side door of the Harbor and knocked. Mrs. Brackett answered the knock.
"Why, how d"ye do, Cap"n Kendrick?" she said, graciously. "Come right in. We wasn"t expectin" you. You don"t very often call evenin"s. Come right in. I guess you know everybody here."
He did, of course, for the group in the back sitting room was made up of the regular guests. He shook hands with them all, including Miss Snowden, who greeted him with queenly condescension, and little Mrs.