The incident of the wrecked sea chest held her attention in only a
secondary degree. All through supper she was listening for Betty
Gallup's heavy step. She knew she could not sleep that night without
knowing how Lawford was.
For the very reason that she felt so deeply regarding it, she shrank
from talking with Cap'n Amazon of the accident that had happened to
Lawford. She was glad the substitute storekeeper had "gone for'ard"
again to attend to customers when Betty came clumping up the back steps.
"He's all right, Miss Lou," said the kindly woman, patting the girl's
hand. "I waited to see Doc Ambrose when he come back from the P'int.
He says there ain't a thing the matter with him that vinegar an' brown
paper won't cure.
"But land sakes! Miss Lou, ain't this an awful thing 'bout your Uncle
Abe's chest? That old pirate knows more'n he'd ought to 'bout what's
come o' Cap'n Abe, even if they ain't brought it home to him yit."
"Now, Betty, I wish you wouldn't," begged the girl. "Why should you
give currency to such foolish gossip?"
"What foolish gossip?" snapped the woman.
Pages:
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246