Cyn. Well, I’m beat! I ain’t got over it yet.
Ber. (taking her hand). I’m glad, Miss Tinker, glad as I can be, an’ now you jest keep your eye on the Beacon and you will make port all right. Like your boarder?
Cyn. Oh, yes, he’s a nice little fellow with a real taking way, if I can only keep him filled up. If he eats everything the way he eats muffins I don’t know. Ain’t you over early, Cap’n?
Ber. Yes, rather. The constable telephoned fer me to come over soon’s I could. Seems to have been a good deal goin’ on last night. Post-office robbed and seven pipes took.
Cyn. You didn’t find yours then?
Ber. No.
Cyn. Ain’t it the queerest thing?
Ber. Seems kind of that way. I’ll look in agin before I go back to the point. I’d kind of like to get a look at your boarder.
Cyn. Well, I guess you won’t be the only Bay Pointer taken that way. I expect the whole town before the day is over.
Ber. (laughing). Shouldn’t wonder. Well, I’ve got a special reason for wantin’ to see him. (Heartily.) I’m glad, Miss Cynthy, more’n glad!