"The Captain is a curious creature," said the minister, smiling.
Mrs. Pennel smiled also; and it is to be remarked that n.o.body ever mentioned the poor Captain"s name without the same curious smile.
"The Cap"n is a good-hearted, obliging creature," said Mrs. Pennel, "and a master-hand for telling stories to the children."
"Yes, a perfect "Arabian Nights" Entertainment,"" said Mr. Sewell.
"Well, I really believe the Cap"n believes his own stories," said Mrs.
Pennel; "he always seems to, and certainly a more obliging man and a kinder neighbor couldn"t be. He has been in and out almost every day since I"ve been alone, to see if I wanted anything. He would insist on chopping wood and splitting kindlings for me, though I told him the Cap"n and Moses had left a plenty to last till they came home."
At this moment the subject of their conversation appeared striding along the beach, with a large, red lobster in one hand, while with the other he held little Mara upon his shoulder, she the while clapping her hands and singing merrily, as she saw the Brilliant out on the open blue sea, its white sails looking of a rosy purple in the evening light, careering gayly homeward.
"There is Captain Kittridge this very minute," said Mrs. Pennel, setting down a tea-cup she had been wiping, and going to the door.
"Good evening, Mis" Pennel," said the Captain. "I s"pose you see your folks are comin". I brought down one of these "ere ready b"iled, "cause I thought it might make out your supper."
"Thank you, Captain; you must stay and take some with us."
"Wal", me and the children have pooty much done our supper," said the Captain. "We made a real fust-rate chowder down there to the cove; but I"ll jist stay and see what the Cap"n"s luck is. Ma.s.sy!" he added, as he looked in at the door, "if you hain"t got the minister there! Wal", now, I come jist as I be," he added, with a glance down at his clothes.
"Never mind, Captain," said Mr. Sewell; "I"m in my fishing-clothes, so we"re even."
As to little Mara, she had run down to the beach, and stood so near the sea, that every dash of the tide-wave forced her little feet to tread an inch backward, stretching out her hands eagerly toward the schooner, which was standing straight toward the small wharf, not far from their door. Already she could see on deck figures moving about, and her sharp little eyes made out a small personage in a red shirt that was among the most active. Soon all the figures grew distinct, and she could see her grandfather"s gray head, and alert, active form, and could see, by the signs he made, that he had perceived the little blowy figure that stood, with hair streaming in the wind, like some flower bent seaward.
And now they are come nearer, and Moses shouts and dances on the deck, and the Captain and Mrs. Pennel come running from the house down to the sh.o.r.e, and a few minutes more, and all are landed safe and sound, and little Mara is carried up to the house in her grandfather"s arms, while Captain Kittridge stops to have a few moments" gossip with Ben Halliday and Tom Scranton before they go to their own resting-places.
Meanwhile Moses loses not a moment in boasting of his heroic exploits to Mara.
"Oh, Mara! you"ve no idea what times we"ve had! I can fish equal to any of "em, and I can take in sail and tend the helm like anything, and I know all the names of everything; and you ought to have seen us catch fish! Why, they bit just as fast as we could throw; and it was just throw and bite,--throw and bite,--throw and bite; and my hands got blistered pulling in, but I didn"t mind it,--I was determined no one should beat me."
"Oh! did you blister your hands?" said Mara, pitifully.
"Oh, to be sure! Now, you girls think that"s a dreadful thing, but we men don"t mind it. My hands are getting so hard, you"ve no idea. And, Mara, we caught a great shark."
"A shark!--oh, how dreadful! Isn"t he dangerous?"
"Dangerous! I guess not. We served him out, I tell you. He"ll never eat any more people, I tell you, the old wretch!"
"But, poor shark, it isn"t his fault that he eats people. He was made so," said Mara, unconsciously touching a deep theological mystery.
"Well, I don"t know but he was," said Moses; "but sharks that we catch never eat any more, I"ll bet you."
"Oh, Moses, did you see any icebergs?"
"Icebergs! yes; we pa.s.sed right by one,--a real grand one."
"Were there any bears on it?"
"Bears! No; we didn"t see any."
"Captain Kittridge says there are white bears live on "em."
"Oh, Captain Kittridge," said Moses, with a toss of superb contempt; "if you"re going to believe all _he_ says, you"ve got your hands full."
"Why, Moses, you don"t think he tells lies?" said Mara, the tears actually starting in her eyes. "I think he is _real_ good, and tells nothing but the truth."
"Well, well, you are young yet," said Moses, turning away with an air of easy grandeur, "and only a girl besides," he added.
Mara was nettled at this speech. First, it pained her to have her child"s faith shaken in anything, and particularly in her good old friend, the Captain; and next, she felt, with more force than ever she did before, the continual disparaging tone in which Moses spoke of her girlhood.
"I"m sure," she said to herself, "he oughtn"t to feel so about girls and women. There was Deborah was a prophetess, and judged Israel; and there was Egeria,--she taught Numa Pompilius all his wisdom."
But it was not the little maiden"s way to speak when anything thwarted or hurt her, but rather to fold all her feelings and thoughts inward, as some insects, with fine gauzy wings, draw them under a coat of h.o.r.n.y concealment. Somehow, there was a shivering sense of disappointment in all this meeting with Moses. She had dwelt upon it, and fancied so much, and had so many things to say to him; and he had come home so self-absorbed and glorious, and seemed to have had so little need of or thought for her, that she felt a cold, sad sinking at her heart; and walking away very still and white, sat down demurely by her grandfather"s knee.
"Well, so my little girl is glad grandfather"s come," he said, lifting her fondly in his arms, and putting her golden head under his coat, as he had been wont to do from infancy; "grandpa thought a great deal about his little Mara."
The small heart swelled against his. Kind, faithful old grandpa! how much more he thought about her than Moses; and yet she had thought so much of Moses. And there he sat, this same ungrateful Moses, bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, full of talk and gayety, full of energy and vigor, as ignorant as possible of the wound he had given to the little loving heart that was silently brooding under her grandfather"s b.u.t.ternut-colored sea-coat. Not only was he ignorant, but he had not even those conditions within himself which made knowledge possible. All that there was developed of him, at present, was a fund of energy, self-esteem, hope, courage, and daring, the love of action, life, and adventure; his life was in the outward and present, not in the inward and reflective; he was a true ten-year old boy, in its healthiest and most animal perfection. What she was, the small pearl with the golden hair, with her frail and high-strung organization, her sensitive nerves, her half-spiritual fibres, her ponderings, and marvels, and dreams, her power of love, and yearning for self-devotion, our readers may, perhaps, have seen. But if ever two children, or two grown people, thus organized, are thrown into intimate relations, it follows, from the very laws of their being, that one must hurt the other, simply by being itself; one must always hunger for what the other has not to give.
It was a merry meal, however, when they all sat down to the tea-table once more, and Mara by her grandfather"s side, who often stopped what he was saying to stroke her head fondly. Moses bore a more prominent part in the conversation than he had been wont to do before this voyage, and all seemed to listen to him with a kind of indulgence elders often accord to a handsome, manly boy, in the first flush of some successful enterprise. That ignorant confidence in one"s self and one"s future, which comes in life"s first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.
Gradually, little Mara quieted herself with listening to and admiring him. It is not comfortable to have any heart-quarrel with one"s cherished idol, and everything of the feminine nature, therefore, can speedily find fifty good reasons for seeing one"s self in the wrong and one"s graven image in the right; and little Mara soon had said to herself, without words, that, of course, Moses couldn"t be expected to think as much of her as she of him. He was handsomer, cleverer, and had a thousand other things to do and to think of--he was a boy, in short, and going to be a glorious man and sail all over the world, while she could only hem handkerchiefs and knit stockings, and sit at home and wait for him to come back. This was about the _resume_ of life as it appeared to the little one, who went on from the moment worshiping her image with more undivided idolatry than ever, hoping that by and by he would think more of her.
Mr. Sewell appeared to study Moses carefully and thoughtfully, and encouraged the wild, gleeful frankness which he had brought home from his first voyage, as a knowing jockey tries the paces of a high-mettled colt.
"Did you get any time to read?" he interposed once, when the boy stopped in his account of their adventures.
"No, sir," said Moses; "at least," he added, blushing very deeply, "I didn"t feel like reading. I had so much to do, and there was so much to see."
"It"s all new to him now," said Captain Pennel; "but when he comes to being, as I"ve been, day after day, with nothing but sea and sky, he"ll be glad of a book, just to break the sameness."
"Laws, yes," said Captain Kittridge; "sailor"s life ain"t all apple-pie, as it seems when a boy first goes on a summer trip with his daddy--not by no manner o" means."
"But," said Mara, blushing and looking very eagerly at Mr. Sewell, "Moses has read a great deal. He read the Roman and the Grecian history through before he went away, and knows all about them."
"Indeed!" said Mr. Sewell, turning with an amused look towards the tiny little champion; "do you read them, too, my little maid?"
"Yes, indeed," said Mara, her eyes kindling; "I have read them a great deal since Moses went away--them and the Bible."
Mara did not dare to name her new-found treasure--there was something so mysterious about that, that she could not venture to produce it, except on the score of extreme intimacy.
"Come, sit by me, little Mara," said the minister, putting out his hand; "you and I must be friends, I see."
Mr. Sewell had a certain something of mesmeric power in his eyes which children seldom resisted; and with a shrinking movement, as if both attracted and repelled, the little girl got upon his knee.
"So you like the Bible and Roman history?" he said to her, making a little aside for her, while a brisk conversation was going on between Captain Kittridge and Captain Pennel on the fishing bounty for the year.
"Yes, sir," said Mara, blushing in a very guilty way.
"And which do you like the best?"