Her discoveries in his bedroom had quite convinced the
young woman that Cap'n Amazon was in masquerade.
His comforting words and his thoughtfulness touched her so deeply,
however, that she could not quarrel with the old man; and his
insistence that Cap'n Abe had sailed on the Curlew and would be at hand
to assist Professor Grayling if the schooner had been wrecked was
kindly meant, she knew. He scoffed at the return of Cap'n Abe's chest
as being of moment; he refused to discuss his brother's reason for
stuffing the old chest with such useless lumber as it contained.
"Leave Abe for knowing his own business, Niece Louise. 'Tain't any of
our consarn," was the most he would say about that puzzling
circumstance.
Louise watched the piratical figure of Cap'n Amazon shuffling around
the store or puttering about certain duties of housekeeping that he
insisted upon doing himself, with a wonder that never waned.
His household habits were those which she supposed Cap'n Abe to have
had. She wondered if all sailors were as neat and as fussy as he.
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