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Cranford Berry (outside). Whoa! Port your hellum! (Slight pause. Cyn. listens and dabs at her eyes with her handkerchief.) I say, Miss Tinker! Ship ahoy!
Cyn. (in a shaky voice, going toward the door). Ye-es, Cap’n Berry!
Enter Ber. He is about fifty, with gray hair and a smooth face browned by wind and sea. He has a kindly manner, a rough but hearty voice that can be heard at a long distance, and he carries a package.
Ber. Well, Miss Tinker, how be you?
Cyn. (swallowing). Pre-t-ty well.
Ber. Well, I’m glad to hear it! It’s more’n you’re lookin’. Obed was jest telling me that you are setting sail for a new port in the morning. I jest stopped in to tell you I’m sorry to hear it. You’ve been mighty kind to me since I come a stranger to Bay Point, an’ I couldn’t let you go ’thout tellin’ you I appreciate it. (Places package on table.) I brought you a little fruit from the store. Jest as a little farewell gift. I don’t know how good it is. Obed don’t keep much of a assortment but you can eat it on the train; ’twill help to kill the homesickness.
Cyn. Oh-o-o! Cap’n Berry!
(Sits down and bursts into tears.)
Ber. (very much upset). There, now! There, now! I didn’t mean to set you to pumping for salt water that way! I always was an awful clumsy duffer!