Mrs. Beaver did not attempt to reply.
“What was it you wanted to borrow?”
She looked from the one to the other, and made this comment: “I’m mighty glad for the both of you. You’re good, and you both deserve what you’ve got.” She kissed Miss Pipkin on the cheek, and turned toward the door.
“Eadie, what was it you come for?” asked the housekeeper in a strange voice.
“I come over for a pinch of salt, but–––”
“Give her the hull sack, dear,” ordered the Captain.
“I guess––I think–––I really don’t need the salt,” stammered Mrs. Beaver.
“Here, Eadie, don’t go off mad. I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’d give half what I own this morning to a hobo if he’d ask for a crust of bread.”
“Thanks, Josiah. But I guess I got what I really come for. God bless you both!”