"She hasn"t," said Winifred, somewhat inconsequently. "Have you finished digging your clams? What time is it?"
"I"ve dug all the clams I"m going to; don"t intend to get all the food for the boarding-house," answered Jimmy, somewhat sulkily, leaving Flint to answer the last question.
"It is ten minutes after twelve," he said, looking at his watch.
"Dear me!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Winifred, "I had no idea it was so late. I promised Dr. Cricket to play chess with him at twelve."
She rose as she spoke, and stretched out her hand for the golf cape; but Flint kept it quietly, and started on by her side.
"Are you going all the way to the house?" Jimmy asked.
"If your sister permits."
"Oh, then, you might as well take the other handle of this basket."
"Jimmy!" exclaimed Winifred, "I"m ashamed of you."
"Well, you needn"t be. You"d better be ashamed of yourself, saying one thing to a fellow"s face, and another behind his back. Sitting there for an hour talking with Mr. Flint, as if he were your best friend, when only last night you said--"
"Jim, how near the sh.o.r.e should you say that sloop lay?" Flint inquired in even tones.
""T ain"t a sloop at all; it"s a schooner," returned Jim, contemptuously.
"Why, to be sure, so it is. How stupid in me! I suppose all my nautical learning went down in "The Aquidneck." By the way, Mr. Brady and I are talking of going up to the wreck soon to try what can be got out of her by diving. Wouldn"t you like to go along?"
"Wouldn"t I!" responded Jimmy, _con brio_. "Don"t you forget it!"
His sister gave a dubious glance over the boy"s head at Flint; but he only smiled in return. This smile so transformed his face that the girl beside him fell secretly to wondering whether her instinct of character-reading, upon which she prided herself, had not played her false in the case of this man, and whether she might not be called upon for a complete reversal of judgment,--so apt we are to mistake the momentary mood for the index of character.
They walked on in silence along the margin of the bank, Flint with the cape thrown over one arm, while he and Jimmy carried the basket, heavy with clams, between them. The blue water shoaled into emerald at their feet; a single white gull soared and swooped above their heads. The long sunburned gra.s.ses swayed in the summer wind, and the clouds floated tranquilly over all.
How tiny the three human figures seemed in the wide setting of earth, sea, and sky!
As they pa.s.sed the bluff on the other side of the cove from Captain"s Hill, Jimmy suddenly dropped his side of the basket of clams. "Hi!" he exclaimed. "Why can"t we go up into the light-house, now Mr. Flint is with us?"
"Not to-day," answered his sister, repressively. "Mr. Flint may have other engagements, and then, you know, Dr. Cricket is waiting for his game of chess."
"As for me," said Flint, "I was never more at leisure; and as for your appointment with the Doctor, I advise you to adopt my motto: "Better never than late.""
Winifred hesitated.
"Oh, come on!" persisted her small brother. "Don"t be a chump, Fred.
You never used to be."
"Lead on," answered his sister; "rather than be considered anything so ignominious, I would scale more alarming heights than those of the light-house, though I confess its winding staircase is not without its perils."
The path to the light-house led through a patch of bayberry bushes.
Winifred stooped, as she pa.s.sed, and gathered a handful, which she crushed in both hands, taking in a deep breath of their spicy aroma.
"Are they so good?" Flint asked, smiling at her childish enjoyment.
"Try and see!" she answered, holding them out to him in the cup of her joined hands.
Flint bent his face over them for an instant. Then Winifred suddenly dropped her hands and shook the fragrant leaves to the four winds.
Flint smiled again, for her gesture said as plainly as words: "Here I am being friendly with this man, to whom I intended to be as frigid as an iceberg."
Flint responded as if she had spoken.
"Do you never forgive?" he asked.
"No," answered Winifred, impetuously. "I never forgive; but I have a horrid facility for forgetting."
"Cherish it!" exclaimed her companion. "It is the foundation of many of the Christian graces."
As they drew nearer the light-house, they felt the salt sea-wind strong in their faces. The bluff was so gale-swept that the trees, few, small, and scrubby, had caught a slant to westward, and the scanty vegetation clung timidly to the ground, like some tiny state whose existence depends upon its humility. From the edge of the bluff rose the light-house,--a round stone building, dazzling in its coat of whitewash. Far up in the air its plate-gla.s.s windows gleamed in the morning sun.
The keeper was standing in the open door, and cheerfully consented to show the visitors over the premises. Loneliness is a great promoter of hospitality.
As they peeped into the tiny kitchen, with its shining bra.s.ses and its white deal floor, Winifred exclaimed at the exquisite neatness of the housekeeping.
"It is a man"s, you see," Flint commented with pride. "No doubt we shall drive you from the domestic field yet."
"I should think the position of light-house-keeper would suit you excellently," Winifred replied, oblivious of the slant at her s.e.x.
"Your desire for solitude would surely find its full satisfaction here."
"There might be much worse occupations certainly," Flint began; but he saw that Winifred"s attention had been diverted by the keeper, who had already begun to mount the stairs, talking, as he moved, with a fluency which denoted a long restrained flow of sociability. Winifred was glad to be saved the trouble of replying, for the unceasing climbing put her out of breath, and she felt that she might have been dizzy, but for the railing under her left hand.
At last they arrived in the little room with its giant reflectors of silvered copper, and its great lamp set on a circular table. Outside, ran a narrow balcony with iron railing. Winifred stepped out onto the ledge, clinging nervously to Jimmy, who professed a great desire to sit on the railing. The wind here was so strong that it gave one a feeling that the building was swaying, though it stood firm as a cliff of granite.
Flint leaned over the railing. "See!" he said, "there is a great white gull which has beaten itself to death against the light, and fallen there, close to that fringy line of mottled seaweed on the beach."
"Don"t!" exclaimed Winifred, turning pale, and leaning further back against the light-house wall.
Flint saw in an instant that she was feeling dizzy, but thought it best for her to ignore the fact.
"Come," he said, "we must be going down now, unless Dr. Cricket is to lose his game entirely. You go first, Jim! I will come next."
Jimmy started down, whooping as he went, for the pleasure of hearing his voice echo and re-echo from the bare walls.
Flint glanced somewhat anxiously at Winifred. He saw her put her foot upon the first stair and then draw back. At the same instant he caught the cause of her terror. Her bandaged wrist prevented her grasping the bal.u.s.trade, or getting any better support than the smooth wall to which to cling.
"Put your hand on my shoulder, and count the steps aloud as you go."
He spoke like one who does not question obedience; and, somewhat to her own surprise, Winifred found herself meekly doing as she was bid.
The last part of his advice was even better than the first, for it occupied her mind, and also gave her the encouragement of feeling that at each step she had lessened the distance between her and _terra firma_ by one.
Flint felt the hand upon his shoulder tremble like a leaf; but he never turned his head, only moved steadily onward and downward, with a regularity and solidity which soon told upon Winifred"s nervous dizziness.
When she reached the ground, and stood once more in the sunlight of the open doorway, she looked at him with a little tremulous smile. "A hundred and seventeen!" she exclaimed. "I am sure I shall never forget how many steps there are leading to the Bug Light."