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Uncle Amazon must be "takin'
holt" just as Cap'n Abe said he would.
Louise was curious to see the returned mariner; but it was too early to
go down yet. She might really have another nap before she dressed, she
thought, yawning behind a pink palm.
There was a step in the store. Her room overlooked by two windows the
roof of the front porch and she could hear what went on below plainly.
The step was lighter than Cap'n Abe's. The bolts of the two-leaved
door rattled and it was set wide; she heard the iron wedges kicked
under each to hold it open. Then a smell of pipe smoke was wafted to
her nostrils.
A footstep on the Shell Road announced the approach of somebody from
The Beaches. Louise yawned again and was on the point of creeping into
bed once more when she descried the figure coming through the fog. She
saw only the boots and legs of the person at first; but the fog was
fast separating into wreaths which the rising breeze hurried away, and
the girl at the window soon saw the full figure of the approaching
man--and recognized him.


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