(Enter Mary and William.)
Mary. Father, here’s Captain Miller’s son. I made his acquaintance down at the wharf last fall. (Goes to Mrs. G., seats herself on a stool near her, and arranges rags, and hands them to her.)
Capt. G. (rising and shaking hands with Will). Is that so?
Will. Yes! and, when I went home, I told the folks all about her and the children, and the Captain and Mrs. Gandy; and mother said one of her girl friends, a real intimate, married a Gandy.
Mrs. G. What was her name afore she was married?
Will. Johnson.
Mrs. G. Plumy Johnson, as I’m alive!
Will. Yes, her name was Plumy—Plumy Johnson.
Mrs. G. (shaking his hand) Wal, if ain’t right glad ter see yer. Set right daown an’ tell us all abaout your folks.
Will (sitting). There ain’t much to tell. Father, he’s skipper of the Betsey Ludgitt, and we live in North Pittston, Maine. We’ve got a nice little place there, and there’s ten of us children. I am the oldest.