Cyn. (astonished and somewhat breathless). But—I don’t understand exactly. What do you think I ought to do?
Ber. Jest keep your faith in the Beacon! Miss Cynthy, if a ship was trying to make port and the fog was so thick they couldn’t see my light, I should feel mighty bad if they thought I was laying down on the job jest because the weather was rough. No, Miss Cynthy, they know I am there, and the light is burning, and they jest stop a while until the fog lifts and they can see their course more clearly. Miss Cynthy, why don’t you jest stop a while and say with all your might—“this is my home in foul weather as well as fair. The fog is lifting and the Keeper of the Beacon is sending me brighter rays to steer my course”?
Enter Ariel, R., carrying a tray.
Ariel (gaily). Now for supper! (Stops suddenly.) Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn’t know you had callers, Miss Cynthy.
(Looks uncertainly toward Ber., who she can see but indistinctly. He gives her one look, reels back against the mantel breathing hard.)
Ber. (hoarsely). Who—who——
Cyn. (is upset herself and doesn’t notice his agitation). Miss Freeman. Abner’s daughter. Arey, this is Cap’n Berry.
Ariel. Oh, yes, the new keeper of Bay Point. I’m glad to meet you.
Ber. (recovering). Same to you, Miss. Well, I’ll set sail for the Point, Miss Tinker. I wish you didn’t feel that you had to be leaving us in the morning, but whatever course you steer jest keep your eye on the Beacon and I wish you luck.
(Shakes hands with her.)