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Captain Crowe scowled now; this was still the affair of the shingles,
and it had been of enough consequence two days before to protract a
conversation through two long hours. He had wished ever since that he
had thought then to tell Mrs. Lunn that if she would just say the
word, she never need think of those shingles again, nor of the cost of
them. It would have been a pretty way to convey the state of his
feelings toward her; but he had lost the opportunity, it might be
forever. To use his own expression, he now put about and steered a new
course.
"I come by your house just now," he said to Captain Shaw, who still
glowered from the rocking-chair. "Your young folks seemed to be havin'
a great time. Well, I like to see young folks happy. They generally
be," he chuckled maliciously; "'tis we old ones have the worst of it,
soon as they begin to want to have everything their way."
"I don't allow no trouble for'ard when I'm on deck," said Shipmaster
Shaw more cheerfully; he hardly recognized the covert allusion to his
drawbacks as a suitor. "I like to give 'em their liberty. To-night
they were bound on some sort of a racket--they got some other young
folks in; but gen'ally they do pretty well. I'm goin' to take my
oldest boy right into the office, first o' January--put him right to
business. I need more help; I've got too much now for me an' Decket to
handle, though Decket's a good accountant."
"Well, I'm glad I'm out of it," said Captain Crowe. "I don't want the
bother o' business. I don't need to slave."
"No; you shouldn't have too much to carry at your time o' life,"
rejoined his friend, in a tone that was anything but soothing; and at
this moment Maria Lunn returned with her best lamp in full brilliancy.
She had listened eagerly to their exchange of compliments, and thought
it would be wise to change the subject.
"What's been goin' on down street today?" she asked. "I haven't had
occasion to go out, and I don't have anybody to bring me the news, as
I used to."
"Here's Cap'n Shaw makin' me out to be old enough to be his
grandfather," insisted Captain Crowe, laughing gently, as if he had
taken it as a joke. "Now, everybody knows I ain't but five years the
oldest. Shaw, you mustn't be settin' up for a young dandy. I've had a
good deal more sea service than you. I believe you never went out on a
long voyage round the Cape or the like o' that; those long voyages
count a man two years to one, if they're hard passages."
"No; I only made some few trips; the rest you might call coastin',"
said Captain Shaw handsomely. The two men felt more at ease and
reasonable with this familiar subject of experience and discussion. "I
come to the conclusion I'd better stop ashore. If I could ever have
found me a smart, dependable crew, I might have followed the sea
longer than I did."
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