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You needn't worry about 'em."
It had been foggy on the Sound the night before and Louise had not
slept until the boat had rounded Point Judith. So she was not averse
to retiring at this comparatively early hour.
Cap'n Abe led her upstairs to a cool, clean, and comfortable chamber.
The old four-posted, corded bedstead stood in the middle of the room,
covered with a blue-and-white coverlet, with sheets and pillow cases as
white as foam. It could not be doubted that Cap'n Abe had carried out
his idea of hospitality. The spare room was always ready for the
possible guest.
"Good-night, uncle," she said, smiling at him as he handed her the
lamp. "I believe I am going to have a delightful time here."
"Of course you be! Of course!" he exclaimed. "An' if I ain't here,
Cap'n Am'zon will show you a better time than I could. Good-night.
Sleep well, Louise."
He kissed her on the forehead. But she, impulsively, pressed her fresh
lips to the storekeeper's weather-beaten cheek. Before she closed the
door of the bedroom she heard him clumping downstairs in his heavy
boots.


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