See here,Keziah!I'm gettin'frightened.You ain't settin'your cap to be a parson's wife,are you?Because--Don't be silly.I might adopt him,but that's all,I guess.Her friend leaned forward.
Keziah,he said earnestly,there's no sense in your slavin'yourself to death here.I can think of a good deal pleasanter berth than that.Pleasanter for me,anyhow,and I'd do my best to make it pleasant for you.You've only got to say the word and--No?Well,then all I can do is hope through another voyage.Please don't,Nat.You know.
No,I don't know.
Well,perhaps you don't.But I know.I like you,Nat.I count on you as the straightest,truest friend I've got;and I want to keep on countin'on you just that way.Mayn't I?'Course you can,Keziah.But--
Then don't say another word,please.
He sighed and looked out at the open door.The kitchen clock ticked loud in the silence.
All right,he said at last.All right,but I'm goin'to keep on hopin'.You mustn't,Nat.
Keziah,when you set your foot down you're pretty stubborn;but I've got somethin'of a foot myself.You remember you said so a few minutes ago.Hi,hum!Well,speakin'of dad reminds me that I'm kind of worried about him.You are?Why?Isn't he well?
Pretty well,but he ain't strong,and he gets too excited over things like last night's foolishness.Grace tells me that the doctor says he must be careful or he'll drop off sudden some of these days.He had a shock five or six years ago,a little one,and I've been anxious about him ever since.I've got to go to New York off and on for the next month;after that I hope to be home for a spell and I can keep an eye on him.Keziah,if you'll listen I'll whisper somethin'to you--religion's a good thing and so's a mustard plaster,but both of 'em can be put on too strong.Dad is just a little mite crazy on Come-Outers,I'm afraid.Oh,no,I guess not!You mustn't worry.How did Grace look to you?Like the harbor light on a stormy night.She's a brick,that girl,and gets prettier every minute.Wonder to me some of the young chaps down here don't carry her off by main strength.She'll make somebody a good wife.Um-hm.Have--have you ever thought of her that way yourself?Keziah!
Well,don't get mad.I think a lot of Grace,and I don't know anyone I'd rather see you marry.I do.Keziah,that's enough of that.Are you and dad in partnership to get me spliced and out of the way?He was at me this mornin'along the same line.Don't say anything like that again,even in fun.YOU know why.All right,all right.Now tell me about yourself.Have you had a good voyage?How do you like your owners?How did Zach Foster ever get the packet in through yesterday's fog?Voyage was all right.Some rugged weather on the trip out,but homeward bound we slid along like a slush bucket on a greased plank.Owners are all right.Good people as ever I sailed for.As for Zach and the packet--Ho,ho!
He laughed,rocking back and forth on the chair,which creaked in sympathy.
What's the joke?demanded the housekeeper.Don't do that!That chair wasn't made for elephants to use.Hey?'Tis pretty weak in the knees,ain't it?Dad would say 'twas a piece with the creed of those that owned it.I--What's that?Somebody's comin'.I'm goin'to clear out.I don't want to be put through my catechism yet a while.No,you mustn't go.I want you to meet Mr.Ellery.You sit out on the wash bench by the back door till I get rid of whoever 'tis that's comin'.Scoot!Nat scooted,stopping to snatch up his hat as he ran.Keziah went into the dining room and admitted Captain Zebedee Mayo,who was panting from the exertion of his walk.
Whew!puffed Captain Zeb,mopping his forehead.How be you,Keziah?What?You ain't all alone!Thought you'd have a cabin full of gab machines by this time.Have they been and gone?No,they haven't been.I--My land,my pie!She rushed into the kitchen and snatched the pastry from the oven.
Her new caller followed her.
So they ain't been,hey?he said.That's queer.Elkanah's here.He's in there with the minister now.He is?Givin'the young feller Hail Columby,I cal'late.Well,now,he shan't.He,he!When they told me how the minister passed old hop-and-go-fetch-it what was due him at the chapel last night Iriz up and hoorayed till my wife shut the windows.She said the neighbors all thought I was loony,anyhow,and I needn't prove it to 'em.He,he!But Elkanah ain't got any funny bone.He's as solemn as a stuffed owl,and he'll--Well,I'm goin'to put MY oar in.I'm parish committee,too,I cal'late,and I've got somethin' to say,even if I wa'n't christened Daniels.Here goes!He headed for the study,but before he crossed the threshold of the kitchen Ellery and his visitor came out into the dining room.
Captain Elkanah's face was flushed,and he fidgeted.The minister looked determined but calm.
Ahoy there,Elkanah!hailed Zebedee cheerfully.'Mornin',Mr.Ellery.Been havin'officers'counsel,have you?Good morning,Captain Mayo,said the minister.
'Mornin',Zebedee,grunted Elkanah.I have--hum--ha!--been discussing the regrettable affair of last night with Mr.Ellery.Ihave tried--hum--ha!to show him that respectable people of our society don't associate with Come-Outers,and that for a Regular minister to go to their meetings is something neither the congregation nor the parish committee approves of.No--er--hum--ha!no!
And I explained to Captain Daniels,observed the minister,that I went there for what seemed to me good reasons,and,as they did seem to me good at the time,I'm not ashamed of having gone.It was an honest mistake on my part and I may make more.But the society--began Elkanah.Captain Zeb interrupted him.
Don't worry about the society,Mr.Ellery,he said with emphasis.
