‘Well, gee, you’re my friends, ain’t you? Sure she’ll like it. And――and
I’d like it a sight better than going alone,’ added Pud. ‘I wouldn’t
wonder if she gave us cocoanut cake, Tim. She makes corking cocoanut
cake! Gee, you just ought to taste it!’
‘We-ell, if you think it’ll be all right――’
‘Of course it will! Gee, Aunt Sabrina’s a――a little stern, and she sort
of scares you if you don’t know her, but she don’t believe in turning
folks away hungry; especially if they’re relatives――or relatives’
friends. We’ll find a good place to leave the launch and get a street
car that’ll take us out Moorehouse Avenue. It’s only four or five
blocks from the car line. Say, how about shoving in over there?’
Pud indicated an unoccupied berth between two short piers across the
river. A warehouse loomed beyond it, its windows shuttered. Tim looked
and approved and Pud turned the launch’s nose across the stream. When
they reached the place, it didn’t look so inviting, for it was half
out of water, exposing an evil-smelling slope of black mud. But it
seemed a safe spot in which to leave the launch and their belongings,
since, as Tim pointed out, the only way to reach it was to climb over
a fence that gave onto a narrow alley. So they made the boat fast,
stowed everything into the lockers that would go there, covered the
engine with a piece of tarpaulin, and shinned up a spile to the rickety
wharf above. After that they climbed the fence, followed the alley to
its junction with a cobbled street, and set forth in search of Aunt
Sabrina.
CHAPTER VI
AUNT SABRINA DOESN’T ANSWER
It was nearly seven o’clock when they at last reached their destination.
This was because, although they twice asked directions, they never did
find Moorehouse Avenue. Since, in the course of their search, they kept
on in a general northerly direction, they eventually came to Aunt
Sabrina’s street, and there Pud turned them back toward the river and so
led them to the house. During the journey the sight of a letter-box
reminded Pud that his missive to his parents still reposed in his jacket
pocket, and he posted it.
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