"
Then he shut the office door, threw himself into his
chair, and buried his face in his hands. He was
still there when his mother called him to supper.
When Lucy reached home it was nearly dark. She
came alone, leaving Bart at the entrance to the village.
At her suggestion they had avoided the main
road and had crossed the marsh by the foot-path,
the dog bounding on ahead and springing at the
nurse, who stood in the gate awaiting Lucy's return.
"Why, he's as dry as a bone!" Martha cried,
stroking Meg's rough hair with her plump hand.
"He didn't get much of a bath, did he?"
"No, I couldn't get him into the water. Every
time I got my hand on him he'd dart away again."
"Anybody on the beach, darlin'?"
"Not a soul except Meg and the sandsnipe."
CHAPTER V
CAPTAIN NAT'S DECISION
When Martha, with Meg at her heels, passed Ann
Gossaway's cottage the next morning on her way to
the post-office--her daily custom--the dressmaker,
who was sitting in the window, one eye on her needle
and the other on the street, craned her head clear of
the calico curtain framing the sash and beckoned
to her.
This perch of Ann Gossaway's was the eyrie from
which she swept the village street, bordered with a
double row of wide-spreading elms and fringed with
sloping grassy banks spaced at short intervals by
hitching-posts and horse-blocks.
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