Footsteps in the store soon brought the substitute shopkeeper to his
feet again.
"I s'pose that's somebody come aboard for a yard o' tape, or the
seizings of a pair of shoes," he growled. "I'd ought to hauled in the
gang-plank when we set down."
He disappeared into the store and almost at once a shrill feminine
voice greeted him as "Cap'n Abe." Vastly abused, Louise arose and
softly followed to the store.
"Give me coupla dozen clothespins and a big darnin' needle, Cap'n Abe.
I got my wash ready to hang out and found them pesky young 'uns of Myra
Stout's had got holt o' my pin bag and fouled the pins all up usin' 'em
for markers in their garden. I want--land sakes! Who--what----
_Where's_ Cap'n Abe?"
"He ain't here just now," Cap'n Amazon replied. "I'm his brother.
You'll have to pick out the needle you want. I can find and count the
clothespins, I guess. Two dozen, you say?"
"Land sakes! Cap'n Abe gone away? Don't seem possible."
"There's a hull lot of seemin' impossible things in this world that
come to pass just the same," the substitute storekeeper made answer,
with some tartness.
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