“Asked Ase?” repeated the captain. “Ase, come here! Did you tell her anything?” Asaph was very much embarrassed. “Well,” he stammered, “I didn't mean to, Cy, but she got to askin' me questions, and somehow or nother I did tell her about our confab, yours and mine. I told her that I knew folks was talkin', and I felt 'twas my duty to tell you so. That's why I done it, and I told her you said--well, you know what you said yourself, Cy.” Captain Cy was evidently much disturbed. He put Bos'n down, and rose to his feet. “Well,” he asked sharply, “what did she say?” “Oh! she was white and still for a minute or two. Then she kind of stamped her foot and went off and left me. But next time she met me she was nice as pie. She's been pretty frosty to Angie and the rest of 'em, but she's been always nice to Bailey and me. Why, when I asked her pardon, she said not at all, she was very glad to know the truth; it helped her to understand things. And you could see she meant it, too. She--” “So she has been comin' here ever since. And the gossip has been goin' on, I s'pose. Well, by the big dipper, it'll stop now! I'll see to that.” The Board of Strategy and the housekeeper were amazed. “Gossip!” repeated Bailey. “Well, I guess there ain't nothin' said against her now--not in THIS town, there ain't! Why, all hands can't praise her enough for her smartness in findin' out about that Thomas. If it wan't for her, he'd be botherin' you yet, Cy. You know it. What are you talkin' about?” Captain Cy passed his hand over his forehead. “Bos'n,” he said slowly, “you run and help Georgianna in the kitchen a spell. She's got her dinner to look out for, I guess likely. Georgianna,” to the housekeeper, who looked anything but eager, “you better see to your dinner right off, and take Emmie with you.” Miss Taylor reluctantly departed, leading Bos'n by the hand. The child was loath to leave her uncle, but he told her he wouldn't give a cent for his first dinner at home if she didn't help in preparing it. So she went out happy. “Now, then,” demanded the captain, “what's this about Phoebe and Thomas? I want to know. Stop! Don't ask another question. Answer me first.” So the Board of Strategy, by turns and in concert, told of the drive to Trumet and the call on Debby Beasley. Asaph would have narrated the story of the upset sulky, but Bailey shut him up in short order.