He sailed with me when I was master of the _Blue
Sparrow_--clipper built she was, an' a spankin' fine craft. We----"
"Oh, Uncle Amazon!" Louise cried, rising from, the table suddenly,
"you'll have to excuse me. I--I forgot something upstairs. Yes--I've
finished my breakfast. Betty can clear off."
She fairly ran away from the table. It seemed to her as though she
could not sit and listen to another of his preposterous stories. It
would be on the tip of her tongue to declare her disbelief in his
accuracy. How and where he had gained access to Cap'n Abe's store of
nautical romances she could not imagine; but she was convinced that
many, if not all, of his supposedly personal adventures were entirely
fictitious in so far as his own part in them was concerned.
She put on her hat and went out of the back door in order to escape
further intercourse with Cap'n Amazon for the present. On the shore
she found the spot below the Bozewell bungalow a busy scene. This was
a perfect day for "the sun worshipers," as somebody has dubbed motion
picture people.
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