"I will not play showman."
"Oh, say! Ford Tapp comes here. I saw his car standing outside the
other evening."
"Mr. Tapp," Louise explained calmly, "comes in the right spirit. He is
a friend of the--ahem--family. He is well known to Cap'n Abe who owns
the store and has made himself acquainted with Cap'n Amazon over the
counter."
"And how has he made himself so solid with you, Miss Grayling?"
Standish asked impudently.
"By his gentlemanly behavior, and because he knows a deal more about
boat-sailing and the shores than I know," she retorted demurely.
"Leave it to me!" exclaimed Malcolm Standish. "I am going to learn
navigation and fishology at once."
"But--don't you think you may be too late?" she asked him, running up
the steps. "Good-night, Mr. Standish!"
Upon going indoors she did not find Cap'n Amazon. The lamp was burning
in the living-room, but he was not there and the store was dark.
Louise mounted the stairs, rather glad of his absence; but when she
came to the top of the flight she saw the lamplight streaming through
the open door of her uncle's bedroom.
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