“And I can tell him about my kitten and the coral beads, and about going to school.”
“Did you not bring the coral beads?” asked the captain.
Anne shook her head.
“Oh, no,” she answered. “I heard you tell Aunt Martha that you would be away but a day or two, and I thought I could tell my father about the beads.”
“Then you mean to go home with me?” asked the captain, a little smile creeping about his mouth.
“Why, yes,” said Anne. “I do but want to see my father and tell him all the pleasant things that have befallen me.”
“Well, well,” said Captain Enos, “now I must scold you, Anne. Your Aunt Martha will not be pleased at this.”
“But you are not angry?” asked Anne. “I do see little wrinkles about your eyes that mean you will soon smile. And it is long since I have seen my father.”
“We must make the best of it now,” said the captain, “but I do blame the Starkweather boy for setting you out to the sloop. He should have sent you straight home, and let me know of your plan.”