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"Now, here!" he went on briskly, "we ought to have breakfast, hadn't
we? I left that woman Abe has pokin' around here, to dish up; and it's
'most six bells. Feel kind of peckish myself, Louise."
"I'll run to see if the biscuits are done," said the girl; and she
hurried to the kitchen ahead of him. Betty Gallup was waiting for her.
"What d'ye think of him?" she whispered anxiously.
"Why, he's splendid!" the girl replied scarcely stifling her laughter.
"He's a _character_!"
"Humph! Mebbe. But even if he is your uncle, I got to say right now
he ain't a man I'd trust. Nothin' a-tall like Cap'n Abe!"
"I think he seems a great deal like Uncle Abram."
"Humph! How long you knowed Abram Silt? Come here yesterday for the
fust time. Lemme tell you, Miss Grayling, we've knowed Cap'n Abe
around here for twenty year and more. Course, he ain't Cardhaven born;
but we know him. He's as diff'rent from this pirate that calls himself
Cap'n Am'zon Silt as chalk is from cheese."
The mush was on the table, Louise called Cap'n Amazon from the store.


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