"I know you don't mean to, Iry," she crooned. Married couples like the Balls, where the man has been at home only for brief visits between voyages, if they really love each other, never grow weary of the little frills on connubial bliss usually worn shabby by other people before the honeymoon is past. "I know you don't mean to. But when you sneeze I think it's the crack o' doom." "I'm sorry about them potatoes," repeated Cap'n Ira. "I make you a lot of extry work, Prue. Sometimes I feel, fixed as I be in health, I oughter be in the Sailors' Snug Harbor over to Paulmouth. I do, for a fact." "And what would become of me?" cried the old woman, appalled. "Well," returned Cap'n Ira, "you couldn't be no worse off than you be. We'd miss each other a heap, I know." "Ira!" cried his wife. "Ira, I'd just _die_ without you now that I've got you to myself at last. Those long years you were away so much, and us not being blessed with children--" Ira Ball made a sudden clucking sound with his tongue. That was a sore topic of conversation, and he always tried to dodge it. "It did seem sometimes," pursued Prudence, wiping her eyes with a bit of a handkerchief that she took from her bosom, "as though I wasn't an honestly married woman. I know that sounds awful"--and she shook her head--"but it was so, you only getting home as you did between voyages. But I was always looking forward to the time when you would be home for good." "Don't you s'pose I looked forward to casting anchor?" he demanded warmly. "Seemed like the time never would come. I was always trying to speculate a little so as to make something besides my skipper's pay and share. That--that's why I got bit in that Sea-Gold proposition. That feller's prospectus did read mighty reasonable, Prudence." "I know it did, Ira," she agreed cordially. "I believed in it just as strong as you did. You warn't none to blame." "Well, I dunno. It's mighty nice of you to say so, Prue. But they told me afterward that I might have knowed that a feller couldn't extract ten dollars' wuth of gold from the whole Atlantic Ocean, not if he bailed it dry!" "We've got enough left to keep us, Ira." "Just about. Just about. That is just it. When I was taken down with this rheumatiz and the hospital doctors in New York told me I could never think of pacing my own quarter no more, we had just enough left invested in good securities for us to live on the int'rest." "And the old place, here, Ira," added his wife cheerfully. "Which ain't much more than a shelter," he rejoined rather bitterly. "And just as I say, it isn't fit for two old folks like us to live alone in. Why, we can't even raise our own potatoes no more. And I never yet heard of pollack swimmin' ashore and begging to be split and dried against winter. No, sir!" "The Lord's been good to us, Ira. We ain't never suffered yet," she told him softly.