Never mind what I mean.Just you keep that in your head,Mr.Ellery.You remember that I asked you,as man to man,'What do you think of Hannah Poundberry?'--Yes,yes,Laviny,I'm a-comin'.They want me to ask you to marry 'em,he added.I s'pose you'll have to.But say,Mr.Ellery,when you do,just tell Pratt that your usual price for the job is ten dollars.That'll spile his honeymoon for him,or I miss my guess.He turned away and moved sulkily toward his beckoning sister and her escort;but wheeled once more to add,in a mysterious whisper,Don't you forget now,Mr.Ellery.Remember that question I put to you:'What do you think of'--Yes,yes,La-viny,I hear you!--of you know who?'That evening,at the parsonage,Keziah was clearing the table and Captain Nat was helping her.A happy party of four had enjoyed the meal,John and Mrs.Coffin acting as hosts and Grace and the captain being the invited guests.Now the younger couple had gone over to the church,the bell of which was ringing for evening service.
Hurry up,Keziah,urged Nat.If you and me don't get decks cleared pretty soon we'll be late for meetin',and I'd hate to do that,considerin'I'm such a brand-new disciple,as you might say.
What do we do next,shorten sail?Like this,hey?He pulled the cloth from the table,sending the crumbs flying in all directions,and proceeded to fold it,after a fashion.
There!he exclaimed with satisfaction;there she is,canvas furled and under bare poles.Now we can clear out,can't we? What's the matter?
Keziah took the cloth from his hands and refolded it.
Nat Hammond,she said,laughing,you may be a good sailor,but you're an awful poor housekeeper.Look at the mess you've made of that floor.Nat looked at the scattered crumbs and shook his head.
By the everlastin'!he observed,I did make dirty weather on that tack,didn't I?Cal'late I ain't much of a housekeeper,same as you say.Maybe that's why I was so dreadful anxious to get a good one to cruise along with me.Well,I've got her.I'm satisfied.He walked to the back door of the kitchen,threw it open,and stood looking out.
Keziah,he said,come here a minute.
She came from the dining room and stood at his side.He put an arm about her.
Look off there,he said,pointing with his free hand.See that?The sun was just setting and all the west was gorgeous with crimson and purple and yellow.The bay was spangled with fire,the high sand bluffs along the shore looked like broken golden ingots.The fields and swamps and salt meadows,rich in their spring glory of bud and new leaf,were tinged with the ruddy glow.The Trumet roofs were bathed in it,the old packet,asleep at her moorings by the breakwater,was silhouetted against the radiance.The church bell had ceased to ring and there was not a sound,except the low music of the distant surf.
Look at it,Keziah,urged Captain Nat.
I'm lookin',Nat,she answered.It's beautiful.Ain't it?I love it,you know that,and I never thought I should be anxious for the time to come when I must leave it.But I am.Iwant to go.
They were to be married in another month.It would be a double wedding,for Grace and the minister were to be married at the same time.Then Nat and his wife were to go to New York,where a new ship,just out of the builders'hands,was to be ready for him.
She was a fine one,this successor to the Sea Mist.She had been building for more than a year and when Captain Hammond returned,safe and sound,and with their money in his possession,the owners decided at once that he should command the addition to their fleet.
She was to sail for Liverpool and Keziah was to be a passenger.
I can't hardly wait to get to sea,went on Nat.Think of it!
No more lonesome meals in the cabin,thinkin'about you and about home.No,sir!you and home'll be right aboard with me.Think of the fun we'll have in the foreign ports.London,and you and me goin'sightseein'through it!And Havre and Gibraltar and Marseilles and Genoa and--and--by and by,Calcutta and Hong Kong and Singapore.I've seen 'em all,of course,but you haven't.Itell you,Keziah,that time when I first saw a real hope of gettin' you,that time after I'd learned from John that that big trouble of yours was out of the way forever,on my way up to Boston in the cars I made myself a promise--I swore that if you did say yes to me I'd do my best to make the rest of your life as smooth and pleasant as the past so far had been rough.I ain't rich enough to give you what you deserve,nowhere near;but I'll work hard and do my best,my girl--you see.Keziah was looking out over the bay,her eyes brighter than the sunset.Now she turned to look up into his face.
Rich!she repeated,with a little catch in her voice.Rich! there never was a woman in this world so rich as I am this minute.Or so happy,either.
