“Olivia came up behind and touched Nate on the shoulders. 'Don't you think you'd better go, Mr. Scudder?' she purred. 'I've unchained Phillips Brooks.' “Nate swears he never made better time than he done gettin' to the shore and the boat Augustus had come over in. But that philanthropist dog only missed the supper he'd been waitin' for by about a foot and a half, even as 'twas. “And that was the end of it, fur's Nate was concerned. Olivia was boss from then on, and Scudder wa'n't allowed to land on his own island. And pretty soon they all went away, flyin' machine and all, and now Gus and Olivia are married.” “Well, by gum!” cried Wingate. “Say, that must have broke Nate's heart completely. All that good money goin' to the poor. Ha! ha!” “Yes,” said Captain Sol, with a broad grin. “Nate told me that every time he realized that Gus's flyin' at all was due to his scarin' him into it, it fairly made him sick of life.” “What did Huldy Ann say? I'll bet the fur flew when SHE heard of it!” “I guess likely it did. Scudder says her jawin's was the worst of all. Her principal complaint was that he didn't take up with the professor's five-thousand offer and try to fly. 'What if 'twas risky?' she says. 'If anything happened to you the five thousand would have come to your heirs, wouldn't it? But no! you never think of no one but yourself.'” Mr. Wingate glanced at his watch. “Good land!” he cried, “I didn't realize 'twas so late. I must trot along down and meet Stitt. He and I are goin' to corner the clam market.” “I must be goin', too,” said the depot master, rising and moving toward the door, picking up his cap on the way. He threw open the door and exclaimed, “Hello! here's Sim. What you got on your mind, Sim?” Mr. Phinney looked rather solemn. “I wanted to speak with you a minute, Sol,” he began. “Hello! Barzilla, I didn't know you was here.” “I shan't be here but one second longer,” replied Mr. Wingate, as he and Phinney shook hands. “I'm late already. Bailey'll think I ain't comin'. Good-by, boys. See you this afternoon, maybe.” “Yes, do,” cried Berry, as his guest hurried down to the gate. “I want to hear about those automobiles over your way. You ain't bought one, have you, Barzilla?” Wingate grinned over his shoulder. “No,” he called, “I ain't. But other folks you know have. It's the biggest joke on earth. You and Sim'll want to hear it.” He waved a big hand and walked briskly up the Shore Road. The depot master turned to his friend. “Well, Sim?” he asked. “Well, Sol,” answered the building mover gravely, “I've just met Mr. Hilton, the minister, and he told me somethin' about Olive Edwards, somethin' I thought you'd want to know. You said for me to find out what she was cal'latin' to do when she had to give up her home and--” “I know what I said,” interrupted the depot master rather sharply. “What did Hilton say?”