Ber. Where was it?
Cyn. Near some foreign port. I forget where. At first he thought she was probably a foreign baby, but as she grew older he declared her folks must have been good Yankees. At any rate he has made a good one of her. (Suddenly noticing him.) Why, Cap’n Berry, what’s the matter?
Ber. (pulling himself together). Nothin’, Miss Cynthy, nothing but a memory. I’ll say good-night again, but not good-bye. Somehow, something tells me that you ain’t goin’ ter leave us after all. (Exit, C. Outside.) Port your hellum, Nathan. All aboard!
[Exit Cyn., R., with some of the dishes.
(There is a knock at the door. The knock is repeated. Abner Freeman enters, C. He is about fifty, tall and straight, iron gray hair and beard; is rather nervous and inclined to be irritable.)
Abner (as he enters). Cynthy! Cynthy!
Enter Cyn., R., hurriedly.
Cyn. Land, it’s you, Cap’n Abner?
Abner. Yes. Is Cranberry here?
Cyn. No, he has been here but he is gone. Hasn’t been gone but a few minutes though.