Uncle William watched him with a little smile. “I dunno’s I’d go to-morrow. You could go next week if you don’t hear nuthin’.”
“I shall go to-morrow. I’ve been a fool to wait so long.”
Uncle William’s eye twinkled. “You’ve been gettin’ well,” he said.
“I’m well now.”
“Yes, you’re—Hello, there’s Andy.” He leaned over the edge of the cliff. “What d’ye make her?” he called down.
Andy squinted at the distance. “Coaster,” he announced.
“Come up here and take a look at her.”
Andy climbed slowly up the cliff. “Got your glass?” He took it and fixed the moving speck. “‘T ain’t a coaster,” he muttered. “What you folks been doin’ all the mornin’?”
“Well, I’ve been for the mail and some things, and Mr. Woodworth here he’s been paintin’.”
Andy cast a side glance at the easel. Then he gazed fixedly at the bay. He seated himself on a rock. “It’s time for me to go home,” he said.