"I'd
talked so much 'bout Cap'n Am'zon that he was a fixed idea in people's
minds. I said when he come I'd go off on a v'y'ge. I'd fixed
ev'rything proper for the exchange when you lit down on me, Niece
Louise. Hi-mighty!" grinned Cap'n Abe, "at first I thought sure you'd
spilled the beans."
Louise rippled another appreciative laugh. "Oh, dear!" she cried,
clapping her hands together. "It's too funny for anything! How you
startled Betty! Why, even Lawford Tapp was amazed at your appearance.
You--you do look like an old pirate, Uncle Abram."
"Don't I?" responded Cap'n Abe, childishly delighted.
"That awful scar along your jaw--and you so brown," said the girl.
"How did you get that scar, Uncle Abram?"
"Fallin' down the cellar steps when I was a kid," said the storekeeper.
"But these fellers think I must ha' got it through a cutlass stroke, or
somethin'. Oh, I guess I've showed 'em what a real Silt should look
like. Yes, sir! I cal'late I look the part of a feller that's roved
the sea for sixty year or so, Niece Louise.
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