"
"Something doing," no matter what, was Gusty's idea of life as it
should be. Louise finished her meal and went out of the dining-room.
In the hall her mesh bag caught in the latch of the screen door and
dropped to the floor. Somebody was right at hand to pick it up for her.
"Allow me." said a deep and cultivated voice. "Extremely annoying."
It was Mr. Bane, hat in hand. He restored the bag, and as Louise
quietly thanked him they walked out of the Inn together. Louise was
returning to Cap'n Abe's store, and she turned in that direction before
she saw that Mr. Bane was bound down the hill, too.
"I fancy we are fellow-outcasts," he said. "You, too, are a visitor to
this delightfully quaint place?"
"Yes, Mr. Bane," she returned frankly. "Though I can claim
relationship to some of these Cardhaven folk. My mother came from the
Cape."
"Indeed? It is not such a far cry to Broadway from any point of the
compass, after all, is it?" and he smiled engagingly down at her.
"You evidently do not remember me, Mr.
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