"Leave? Leave where? What are you talkin' about?""Leave here. Of course you realize that this ship of ours,"indicating the house by a comprehensive wave of his hand around the room, "is goin' to be a mighty unpopular craft from now on. We may be on a lee shore any minute. You've got your own well-bein' to think of.""My own well-bein'! What do you s'pose I care for my well-bein' when there's--Cap'n Whittaker, you tell me now! Is it so?""Some of it is--yes. He's come back and he's who he says he is.
You've seen him. He was here all day yesterday.""So Angie said, but I couldn't scarcely believe it. That toughy!
Cap'n Whittaker, do you intend to hand over that poor little innocent thing to--to such a man as THAT?""No. There'll be no handin' over about it. But the odds are against us, and there's no reason why you should be in the rumpus, Georgianna. You may not understand what we're facin'."The housekeeper drew herself up. Her face was very red and her small eyes snapped.
"Cy Whittaker," she began, manners and deference to employer alike forgotten, "don't you say no more of that wicked foolishness to me.
I'll leave the minute you're mean-spirited enough to let that child go and not afore. And when THAT happens I'll be GLAD to leave.
Land sakes! there's somebody at the door; and I expect I'm a perfect sight."She rubbed her face with her apron, thereby making it redder than ever, and hurried into the dining room.
"Bos'n," said Captain Cy quickly, "you stay here in the kitchen."Emmie looked at him in surprised bewilderment, but she suppressed her curiosity concerning the identity of the person who had knocked, and obeyed. The captain pulled the kitchen door almost shut and listened at the crack.
The first spoken words by the visitor appeared to relieve Captain Cy's anxiety; but they seemed to astonish him greatly.
"Why!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "Ain't that-- It sounds like--""It's teacher," whispered Bos'n, who also had been listening.
"She's come to find out why I wasn't at school. You tell her, Uncle Cy."Georgianna returned to announce:
"It's Miss Dawes. She says she wants to see you, Cap'n. She's in the settin' room."The captain drew a long breath. Then, repeating his command to Emmie to stay where she was, he left the room, closing the door behind him. The latter procedure roused Bos'n's indignation.
"What made him do that?" she demanded. "I haven't been bad. He NEVER shut me up before!"The schoolmistress was standing by the center table in the sitting room when Captain Cy entered.
"Good evenin'," he said politely. "Won't you sit down?"But Miss Dawes paid no attention to trivialities. She seemed much agitated.
"Cap'n Whittaker," she began, "I just heard something that--"The captain interrupted her.
"Excuse me," he said, "but I think we'll pull down the curtains and have a little light on the subject. It gets dark early now, especially of a gray day like this one."He drew the shades at the windows and lit the lamp on the table.
The red glow behind the panes of the stove door faded into insignificance as the yellow radiance brightened. The ugly portraits and the stiff old engravings on the wall retired into a becoming dusk. The old-fashioned room became more homelike.
"Now won't you sit down?" repeated Captain Cy. "Take that rocker;it's the most comf'table one aboard--so Bos'n says, anyhow."Miss Phoebe took the rocker, under protest. Her host remained standing.
"It's been a nice afternoon," he said. "Bos'n--Emmie, of course--and I have been for a walk. 'Twan't her fault, 'twas mine. I kept her out of school. I was--well, kind of lonesome."The teacher's gray eyes flashed in the lamplight.
"Cap'n Whittaker," she cried, "please don't waste time. I didn't come here to talk about the weather nor Emily's reason for not attending school. I don't care why she was absent. But I have just heard of what happened at that meeting. Is it true that--"She hesitated.
"That Emmie's dad is alive and here? Yes, it's true.""But--but that man last night? Was he THAT man?"The captain nodded.
"That's the man," he said briefly.
Miss Dawes shuddered.
"Cap'n Whittaker," she asked earnestly, "are you sure he is really her father? Absolutely sure?""Sure and sartin."
"Then she belongs to him, doesn't she? Legally, I mean?""Maybe so."
"Are--are you going to give her up to him?"
"No."
"Then what I heard was true. You did say at the meeting that you were going to do your best to keep him from getting her.""Um--hum! What I said amounts to just about that.""Why?"
Captain Cy was surprised and a little disappointed apparently.
"Why?" he repeated.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, for reasons I've got."
"Do you mind telling me the reasons?"
"I cal'late you don't want to hear 'em. If you don't understand now, then I can't make it much plainer, I'm afraid."The little lady sprang to her feet.
"Oh, you are provoking!" she cried indignantly. "Can't you see that I want to hear the reasons from you yourself? Cap'n Whittaker, I shook hands with you last night.""You remember I told you you'd better wait."
"I didn't want to wait. I believed I knew something of human nature, and I believed I had learned to understand you. I made up my mind to pay no more attention to what people said against you.
I thought they were envious and disliked you because you did things in your own way. I wouldn't believe the stories I heard this afternoon. I wanted to hear you speak in your own defense and you refuse to do it. Don't you know what people are saying? They say you are trying to keep Emily because-- Oh, I'm ashamed to ask it, but you make me: HAS the child got valuable property of her own?"Captain Cy had been, throughout this scene, standing quietly by the table. Now he took a step forward.
"Miss Dawes," he said sharply, "sit down."
"But I--"
"Sit down, please."
The schoolmistress didn't mean to obey the order, but for some reason she did. The captain went on speaking.
