The girl pointed out at sea.
"It's a-comin' on dreadful foggy," she said, gloomily.
Daddy and I looked at one another, and we stared at the dark pall that was sweeping in, raw and chilly. Of course we at once knew its significance. It must surely detain the Snowbird on its return journey.
Just then an old fisherman came up, touching his cap.
"Beggin' yer pardon, sor," he said. "Is yer after findin' th' doctor gettin' any better?"
"I can hardly tell you," answered Daddy, impatiently. "I know very little about such things, but he looks very badly to me."
"Oh! The pity of it!" exclaimed the man. "I tells yer, sor, it's a sad day, a real sad day fer Sweetapple Cove."
"Damn Sweetapple Cove!" Daddy shouted right in the poor fellow's face with such energy that he leaped back in alarm.
But Susie had taken hold of Daddy's arm.
"Now you come erlong o' me, sor," she said, soothingly, as if she had spoken to a child. "Don't yer be gettin' excited. Yer needs a good cup o' tea real bad, I'm a-thinkin', and a smoke. Yer ain't had a seegar to-day, and men folks is apt to get awful grumpy when they doesn't get ter smoke. Come erlong now, there's a good man."