With that she was gone.
“Now, ain’t that the strangest you ever see?” observed the Captain.
He was cut short by the sound of a familiar toot out in the harbor. He stared at the housekeeper in dumb amazement.
“Clemmie, did you hear that? What in tarnation was it?”
“It sounded like your power-boat.”
“But it ain’t round here.”
Together they went outside. Together they stood on the stoop and watched a boat nose its way to the old mooring of the Jennie P.
“It’s her!” whispered the seaman hoarsely. “It’s my Jennie P.!”
He did not move from his place beside Miss Pipkin, but held tightly to her hand as John Peters came up from the wharf.