"Oh, I ain"t so blind!" giggled the young man, peering in through the kitchen door, where Sheila was stepping briskly from tubs to sink and back again.
"That"s a fortunate thing," agreed the old man. "But you"ve got a long v"y"ge before you, if you cal"late to go to all the houses on the Head to pick up eggs. Good luck to you, Joshua!"
Josh found himself pa.s.sed along like a country politician in line at a presidential reception. His legs got to working without volition, it seemed, and he was several rods away before he realized that he had not spoken to the girl at all.
Zebedee Pauling, whose ancestor had been an admiral and was never forgotten by the Pauling family--Paulmouth was said to have been named in their honor--arrived at the Ball back door just as the family was finishing the usual "picked-up" washday dinner. Zebedee took off his cap with a flourish, and his grin advertised to all beholders the fact that he felt shy but pleased at his own courage in appearing thus on the Head.
"Why, Zeb!" exclaimed Prudence. "We haven"t seen you up here for a dog"s age. Won"t you set?"
"Oh, no"m, no"m! I was just stopping by and thought I"d ask how are you all, Aunt Prue."
He bobbed and smiled, but kept his gaze fixed upon Sheila to the exclusion of the two old people. But Cap"n Ira was never to be overlooked.
"You"re going to be mighty neighborly, now, Zeb," he said. "We shall see you often."
"Er--I don"t know, Cap"n Ira," stammered Zebedee, rather taken aback.
The old man rose and hobbled toward the door with the aid of his cane, fumbling in his pocket meanwhile.
"Here, Zeb," he said, producing a dime. "You"re a willin" friend, I know. I"m running low on snuff. Get me a packet, will ye? American Affection is my brand. Just slip it in your pocket and bring it along with you when you come by to-morrow."
"But--but I don"t know as I shall be up this way to-morrow, Cap"n Ira. Though maybe I shall." And he glanced again at the smiling girl.
"Course you will, or next day at the latest," said the old man stoutly. "I can see plainly that you ain"t going to neglect Prue and me no more. And I shall want that snuff."
"Well--er--Cap"n--"
"If you don"t come," pursued the perfectly sober captain, "you can hand the snuff to Andy Roby, or to Josh Jones, or to "most any of the boys. They"ll be up this way pretty near every day, I shouldn"t wonder."
Zebedee took the hint and the dime.
He was no "slow coach" if he was longsh.o.r.e bred. He got the chance of carrying another heavy basket of clothes out to the lines for Sheila, who rewarded him with a smile, and then he nodded to the old man as he left.
"I"ll bring that snuff myself, Cap"n Ira," he a.s.sured him.
"Don"t it beat all?" queried the captain, shaking his head reflectively, as he resumed his seat. "Don"t it beat all? For old folks, Prue, we do certainly seem to be popular."
"Oh, you hesh!" exclaimed his wife.
But Sheila giggled delightedly. The way Cap"n Ira handled the several visitors who thereafter came to Wreckers" Head continued to amuse the girl immensely. Nor did the visits cease. The Ball homestead was no longer a lonely habitation. Somebody was forever "just stopping by," as the expression ran; and the path from the port was trodden brown and sere as autumn drew on apace.
CHAPTER XIV
THE HARVEST HOME FESTIVAL
It was not that Sheila Macklin had no graver moments. There were nights when, in spite of her healthful weariness of body, arising from the work of the household, she lay awake for long hours of restless, anxious thought. And sometimes her pillow was wet with tears. Yet she was not of a lachrymose disposition. She could not invent imaginary troubles or build in her mind gibbets on which remorse and sorrow might hang in chains.
Indeed, how could she be sorrowful? Why should she feel remorse? She had taken another girl"s name and claim of parentage, and she filled a place which the other girl might have had. But the rightful owner of the name had scorned this refuge. The real Ida May Bostwick had no appreciation of what the b.a.l.l.s had to offer, and she had been unwilling even to open communication with her relatives down on the Cape.
Besides, Tunis Latham always cheered the girl who was playing an imposter"s part with the declaration that she had done just right--that without her presence on Wreckers" Head Cap"n Ira and his wife would be in a very bad way, indeed.
She could see that this was so. Her coming to them had been as great a blessing in their lives as it had been in her own.
She fully realized that Cap"n Ira and his wife would not have admitted her to their home and to their hearts had she come in her own person and ident.i.ty. This was not so much because of their strict morality as because of their strict Puritanism. For a puritan may not be moral always, but he must be just. And justice of that character is seldom tempered by mercy. What they might have forgiven the real Ida May they could scarcely be expected to forgive a stranger.
In spite of this situation, the b.a.l.l.s were being blessed by the presence of a girl in their household who had been tainted with a sentence to a reformatory. Even now, when she knew they loved her and could scarcely imagine what they would do without her, Sheila Macklin was quite convinced that a whisper about these hidden miseries would turn Cap"n Ball, and even Prudence, against her.
Therefore she was careful, putting a guard upon her tongue and almost keeping watch upon her secret thoughts. She never allowed herself to lapse into reverie in their presence for fear the old people might suspect that she had a past that would not endure open discussion.
And, deliberately and with forethought, the intelligent girl went about strengthening her position with the b.a.l.l.s and making her ident.i.ty as Ida May Bostwick una.s.sailable. She had a retentive memory. Nothing Aunt Prudence ever said in her hearing about Sarah Honey, her ways when she was young, or what the old woman knew or surmised about her dead niece"s marriage and her life thereafter, escaped the girl. She treasured it all.
When visitors were by--especially the neighboring women who likewise remembered Sarah Honey--the masquerader often spoke in a way to reduce to a minimum any suspicion that she was not the rightful Ida May. Even a visit from Annabell Coffin--"she who was a Cuttle"--went off without a remark being made which would yield a grain of doubt.
Mrs. Coffin had heard of Ida May while she visited "his folks" in Boston, in a most roundabout way. She did say to the girl, however:
"Let"s see, Ida May, didn"t they tell me that you worked for a spell in one of them great stores? I wish you could see "em, Aunt Prue!
The Marshall & Denham department store on Washington Street covers acres--_acres_! Was it there that you worked, Ida May?"
"No," replied Ida May calmly.
"What store did you work in?"
"Hoskin & Marl"s," said the girl, still unruffled.
"To be sure. That"s what Esther Coffin said she heard, I remember.
But I never got to that store. Couldn"t go to all of "em. It tired me to death, just going around Marshall & Denham"s."
This and similar incidents were building blocks in the structure which she was raising. Nor did she consider it a structure of deceit. The foundation only was of doubtful veracity. These people had accepted her as somebody she was not, it was true; but she gained nothing thereby that the real Ida May would not have had to win for herself.
With Tunis approving and encouraging her, how could the girl spend much time in doubt or any at all in despair? She felt that she was a much better girl--morally as well as physically--in this environment than she had been for many, many months. Instead of being conscience wrung in playing the part of impostor and living under an a.s.sumed name and ident.i.ty, she felt a sense of self-congratulation.
And when in the company of the captain of the _Seamew_ she felt almost exalted. There was a pact between them that made their tie more than that of sister and brother. Yet, of love they never spoke--not during those first weeks on Wreckers" Head. He never failed to talk with Sheila as he came up from the town when the schooner lay at her moorings in the cove or was docked ready to discharge or take aboard freight. Business remained good, but all was not plain sailing for the young shipmaster. He confided in the girl many of his perplexities. When he went away again, rain or shine, the girl did not fail to be up and about when he pa.s.sed the Ball homestead. He knew that she did this purposely--that she was on the watch for him. Her reason for doing so was not so clear to the young man, but he appreciated her interest.
Was he overmodest? Perhaps. He might have gained courage regarding the girl"s att.i.tude toward him had he known that, on the nights he was at home, she sat in her darkened, upper room and watched the lamp he burned until it was extinguished. On the other hand, Tunis Latham"s brotherly manner and cheerful kindness were a puzzle to Sheila. She knew that he had been kinder to her than any other man she had ever met. But what was the root of that kindness?
There were many pleasant thoughts in Sheila"s heart just now; nor did she allow the secret of her past to leave its acid scars upon her soul. She was the life and joy of the old house on the Head; she was the center of amus.e.m.e.nt when she went into company at the church or elsewhere. She managed, too, to be that marvelous specimen of beautiful womankind who can attract other girls as well as men.
For one thing, the girl played no favorites. She treated them all alike. None of the young men of Big Wreck Cove could honestly crow because Ida May Bostwick had showed him any special favor.
And none of them suspected that Tunis Latham had the inside track with the girl from the city. At least, this was unsuspected by all before the occasion of the "harvest-home festival"--that important affair held yearly by the ladies" aid of the Big Wreck Cove church.
For the first time in more than a year, Cap"n Ira and Prudence ventured to town in the evening. Church socials, in the past, and while Cap"n Ira was so much at sea, had been Prudence Ball"s chief relaxation. She was naturally of a social disposition, and the simple pleasure of being with and of a party of other matrons of the church was almost the height of Prudence"s mundane desire.
When Cap"n Ira heard her express the wish to go to the harvest-home festival he took an extra pinch of snuff.