“I don’t like them that way one bit,” 24 laughed Elizabeth, “even if a clergyman did do it.”
“See here! I ain’t going to stand this insinuating any longer,” interposed the Captain, his good humor fully restored. “I cal’late they might want a hand to help swab decks, so I’ll be going.”
“But, Uncle Josiah,–––”
“I know, Beth. I’ve been unpleasant, but being as you have come from the city to help me clean up the old craft, I’d otter show my appreciation by bossing the crew.”
He seized the pail from the not unwilling minister, filled it from the well-bucket, and went to the kitchen to report for duty.
“Do you think you’ll like Little River well enough to wish to remain?” asked Elizabeth.
“Yes, I think I shall. Mr. Simpson has been telling me about your brother, and about his far-sightedness in organizing the Athletic Club.”
“Did Mr. Simpson tell you how the club came to be formed in the first place?”
“No, but I think it a splendid idea. I hope the boys will let me be one of them.”