"To be asked inside. Will I call her?"
"Call her, captain—call her."
"Yes, Mrs. Lowe, but—" Leary faced the man at the table.
"Oh, well"—John Lowe sighed. "No doubt you ha' the right o' it, captain. You're one who ha' sailed many courses, an' your navigation, 'tis possible, is better than mine. Call her, captain, call her."
Next morning, for all the bay to see, the curtains in John Lowe's house were raised high.
HOW THEY GOT THE "HATTIE RENNISH"
On the word being passed that Alec Corning was back from the West Coast, a few reminiscent friends went to hunt him up, and found him in the Anchorage, in a back room overlooking Duncan's wharf; and Alec was agreeable, over a social glass and a good cigar, to explain how it came he was back in Gloucester.
"If they'd only let us alone I'd 'a' got—and Archie Gillis too—good and rich."
"Rich, Alec? You rich?"