(Exit, C., followed by Lem.)
Cyn. (indignantly, following them to door). Hepsy Sawyer! (Stands looking after them a second, and goes slowly back to table. She suddenly discovers the empty muffin dish.) My land! Two dozen muffins!
(Ber. sticks his head in the door.)
Ber. (at the top of his voice). Fresh mackerel!
Cyn. (turning with a start). Land sakes, Cap’n! Is it you?
Ber. (laughing and stepping in). I reckon it is! You didn’t go after all?
Cyn. No, I didn’t. Cap’n Berry, it’s the strangest thing. After you left last night, I—I got to thinking about what you said. It was enough to set anybody thinking and the more I thought about it, the more I believed you were right and finally I said jest what you told me to, and I put back all the things I had been packing and made up my mind to stay right here. Then I said it again, and I was jest thinking that I was making a terrible fool of myself, when there comes a knock at the door, and a young fellow comes in out of the storm and wants to board with me.
Ber. (smiling). Yes?
Cyn. My land! Is that all you are going to say? Aren’t you surprised?
Ber. No. It was odd the way it happened, but something, you know, was bound to happen.