“Why don’t you?”
“I think I will; and the very next time the schooner goes to Boston, when I send for my quicks and ivy, I’ll inquire of Mr. Welch about it.”
Here the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of John Rhines, with a letter in his hand.
“Just give me that baby, and read this.”
“If ever I was glad of anything in my life, I am of this,” said Charlie, when he had read the letter; “not on our account altogether, but Captain Brown’s, he was just starting in life, and there were so many looking at him; and how handsomely he speaks of Walter and little Ned!”
“Ain’t it great?”
“Yes; she’s paid for herself with the freight she carried out.”
“I know it; and the back freight is all clear gain. There’s no loss, except the main boom and a boat.”
“I’ll build another boat. I’ve got the stuff in the ship-yard, all seasoned. The boom won’t be much; he can buy the stick, and Danforth Eaton can make it. What did your father say? He was a long time making up his mind whether it would do to trust him with a vessel or not, and I know he’s been very anxious, though he said nothing.”