Abram Silt, hires a pew here; but I don't
rightly know its bearings. Would you mind showin' me and my niece the
course?"
They were accommodated. After service several shook hands with them;
but Louise noticed that many cast curious glances at the black silk
handkerchief on Cap'n Amazon's head and did not come near. Despite his
dignity and the reverence of his bearing, he did look peculiar with
that 'kerchief swathing his crown.
Gusty Durgin, the waitress at the Cardhaven Inn, claimed
acquaintanceship after church with Louise.
"There's goin' to be more of your crowd come to-morrow, Miss Grayling,"
she said. "Some of 'em's goin' to stop with us at the Inn. How you
makin' out down there to Cap'n Abe's? Land sakes! _that_ ain't Cap'n
Abe!"
"It is his brother, Cap'n Amazon Silt," explained Louise.
"I want to know! He looks amazin' funny, don't he? Not much like
Cap'n Abe. You see, my folks live down the Shell Road. My ma married
again. D'rius Vleet. Nice man, but a Dutchman. I don't take up much
with these furiners.
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