“Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm doth bind the restless wave,
Oh, hear us when we cry to thee
For those in peril on the sea."
As they sang she stole an anxious glance at Barbara several times. Then she made up her mind that Cousin Mehitable was mistaken. If her father were “peculiar,” Barby wouldn’t have that sweet look on her face when she sang that prayer for him. If he were making her unhappy she wouldn’t be singing it at all. She wouldn’t care whether he was protected or not “from rock and tempest, fire and foe.”
And yet, after Barby had gone downstairs and the sound of the piano came softly up from below--another bedtime custom, Georgina began thinking again about those whispering voices which she had heard as she sat under the bed, behind the bird-of-paradise valance. More than ever before the music suggested someone waiting for a ship which never came home, or fog bells on a lonely shore.
Nearly a week went by before Richard made his first visit to the old gray house at the end of town. He came with the Towncrier, carrying his bell, and keeping close to his side for the first few minutes. Then he found the place far more interesting than the bungalow. Georgina took him all over it, from the garret where she played on rainy days to the seat up in the willow, where standing in its highest crotch one could look clear across the Cape to the Atlantic. They made several plans for their treasure-quest while up in the willow. They could see a place off towards Wood End Lighthouse which looked like one of the pirate places Uncle Darcy had described in one of his tales.
Barby had lemonade and cake waiting for them when they came down, and when she talked to him it wasn’t at all in the way the ladies did who came to see his Aunt Letty, as if they were talking merely to be gracious and kind to a strange little boy in whom they had no interest. Barby gave his ear a tweak and said with a smile that made him feel as if they had known each other always:
“Oh, the good times I’ve had with boys just your size. I always played with my brother Eddy’s friends. Boys make such good chums. I’ve often thought how much Georgina misses that I had.”
Presently Georgina took him out to the see-saw, where Captain Kidd persisted in riding on Richard’s end of the plank.
“That’s exactly the way my Uncle Eddy’s terrier used to do back in Kentucky when I visited there one summer,” she said, after the plank was adjusted so as to balance them properly. “Only he barked all the time he was riding. But he was fierce because Uncle Eddy fed him gunpowder.”
“What did he do that for?”
“To keep him from being gun-shy. And Uncle Eddy ate some, too, one time when he was little, because the colored stable boy told him it would make him game.”