And she WAS a stranger. The captain knew most of Bayport's inhabitants by this time, or thought he did, but he did not know her. She was a small woman, quietly dressed, and her hair, under a neat black and white hat, was brown. The hat was now a trifle to one side and the hair was the least bit disarranged, an effect not at all unbecoming. She was tucking in the stray wisps as the captain, with Bos'n in his arms, came up.
"Well, ma'am!" puffed Captain Cy. "WELL, ma'am! I must say that was the slickest, pluckiest thing ever I saw anywheres. I don't know what would--I--I declare I don't know how to thank you."The lady looked at him a moment before replying. Then she began to laugh, a jolly laugh that was pleasant to hear.
"Don't try, please," she said chokingly. "It wasn't anything. Oh, mercy me! I'm all out of breath. You see, I had been warned about that cow when I started to walk this afternoon. So when I saw her chasing your poor little girl here I knew right away what was the matter. It must have been foolish enough to look at. I'm used to dogs and cats, but I haven't had many pet cows. I told her to 'go home' and to 'scat' and all sorts of things. Wonder I didn't tell her to lie down! And the way I shook that ridiculous book at her was--"She laughed again and the captain and Bos'n joined in the laugh, in spite of the fright they both had experienced.
"That book was dry enough to frighten almost anything," continued the lady. "It was one I took from the table before I left the place where I'm staying, and a duller collection of sermons I never saw. Oh, dear! . . . there! Is my hat any more respectable now?""Yes'm. It's about on an even keel, I should say. But I must tell you, ma'am, you done simply great and--""Seems to me the people who own that cow must be a poor set to let her make such a nuisance of herself. Did your daughter run away from you?""Well, you see, ma'am, she ain't really my daughter. Bos'n here--that's my nickname for her, ma'am--she and I was out walkin'. Iset down in the pines and I guess I must have dozed off. Anyhow, when I woke up she was gone, and the first thing I knew of this scrape was hearin' her hail."The little woman's manner changed. Her gray eyes flashed indignantly.
"You dozed off?" she repeated. "With a little girl in your charge, and in the very next lot to that cow? Didn't you know the creature chased women and girls?""Why, yes; I'd heard of it, but--"
"It wasn't Uncle Cyrus's fault," put in Bos'n eagerly. "It was mine. I went away by myself."Beyond shifting her gaze to the child the lady paid no attention to this remark.
"What do you think her mother 'll say when she sees that dress?"she asked.
It was Emily's best gown, the finest of the new "rig out" prepared by Miss Taylor. The girl and Captain Cy gazed ruefully at the rents and pitch stains made by the vines and pine trees.
"Well, you see," replied the abashed captain, "the fact is, she ain't got any mother.""Oh! I beg your pardon. And hers, too, poor dear. Well, if I were you I shouldn't go to sleep next time I took her walking. Good afternoon."She turned and calmly walked down the path. At the bend she spoke again.
"I should be gentle with her, if I were you," she said. "Her nerves are pretty well upset. Besides, if you'll excuse my saying so, Idon't think she is the one that needs scolding."They thought she had gone, but she turned once more to add a final suggestion.
"I think that dress could be fixed," she said, "if you took it to some one who knew about such things."She disappeared amidst the graveyard shrubbery. Captain Cy and Bos'n slowly followed her. From the pasture the red and white cow sent after them a broken-spirited "Moo!"Bos'n was highly indignant. During the homeward walk she sputtered like a damp firecracker.
"The idea of her talking so to you, Uncle Cyrus!" she exclaimed.
"It wasn't your fault at all."
The captain smiled one-sidedly.
"I don't know about that, shipmate," he said. "I wouldn't wonder if she was more than half right. But say! she was all business and no frills, wasn't she! Ha, ha! How she did spunk up to that heifer! Who in the dickens do you cal'late she is?"
