“That’s a fact, Clemmie, they be, but they’re clearing it up.”
“You need some of that liniment. Your worrying has put your stomach out. I’ll fix up a dose for you.”
“No you won’t neither. It ain’t liniment I want, it’s something for the outside.” He started for his hat and coat.
“Josiah! You’re clean off in your head, going out a night like this! It’s raining pitchforks, and is past ten o’clock.”
“Don’t you worry, Clemmie. I ain’t crazy. I’ve just got back what little sense I was born with. I’m sailing my Jennie P. to the city. Good-bye.” Before she could enter any protest, he stooped and kissed her.
Miss Pipkin stood as one paralyzed while the Captain snatched his rubber hat from the nail behind the kitchen door, and slipped into his slicker. He was out of the house before the coat was fastened about his neck.
Miss Pipkin had been disturbed by the noise.––Page 261.