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Now, however, the clutter of the shop gained but fleeting notice from
Louise. Her gaze almost immediately fastened upon the figure of the
bewhiskered old man, with spectacles and sou'wester both pushed back on
his bald crown, who mildly looked upon her--his smile somehow impressing
Louise Grayling as almost childish, it was so kindly.
Cap'n Joab had dodged through the door after Lawford Tapp. The other
boys from The Beaches followed their leader. Old Washy Gallup and Amiel
Perdue suddenly remembered that it was almost chore time as this radiant
young woman said:
"I wish to see Mr. Abram Silt--Captain Silt. Is he here?"
"I'm him, miss," Cap'n Abe returned politely.
Milt Baker surely would have remained of all the crowd of idlers, gaping
oilily at the visitor across the top of the rusty stove, had not a shrill
feminine voice been heard outside the store,
"Is Milt Baker there? Ain't none o' you men seen him? Land sakes! he's
as hard to hold as the greased pig on Fourth o' July--an' jest 'bout as
useful.


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