“What?”
“You might bring Jennie’s cape, too, while you are there; and, Delbert, Delbert! Be sure and lock the door again when you come out.”
“We ought to have something to bring home clams in, too,” she said after a moment, “but he is too far gone now to call back.”
“There is a big pail here in the boat-house,” said Mr. Cunningham, going to get it.
“I shan’t be here when you get back,” he said, coming back with the pail, “but the launch can be turned over to Manuel. I am going up the river for a couple of days. I must be getting ready now, so I will bid you good-bye and wish you a pleasant trip.”
He shook hands with Marian, pulled Esther’s curls, smiled at Jennie, stood the baby on his head a moment, and strode off across the pier.
Soon Delbert came running down the hill again, his arms full.
“Morning, Mr. Faston,” he called to an old gentleman who, with a basket on his arm, was starting toward the plaza for his breakfast steak.
“Good-morning, Delbert. Where you all going so bright and early?”
“Going to Smugglers’ Island.”