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But he stopped a moment, stock-still
in the middle of the room, and stared at her unseeingly. Evidently his
mind was fixed upon an idea suddenly suggested by her speech. "He
will," he repeated. Then:
"I'll get the fat kettle over an' the fry-cage ready. Amiel brought me
a likely cod. 'Tain't been out o' the water two hours."
"I love fish," confessed Louise, following him to the kitchen door.
"Lucky you do, if you're going to stay a spell on Cape Cod. For that's
what you'll eat mornin', noon, and night. Fish and clams, an' mebbe a
pot o' baked beans on a Saturday, or a chicken for Sunday's dinner. I
don't git much time to cook fancy."
"But can't this woman who comes to do the work cook for you?"
"She can't cook for me," snorted Cap'n Abe. "I respect my stomach too
much to eat after Bet Gallup. She's as good a man afore the mast as
airy feller in Cardhaven. An' that's where she'd oughter be. But
never let her in the galley."
"Oh, well," Louise said cheerfully. "I'm a dab at camp cooking myself,
as I told you.


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