“Thank you,” she said again. “We are all hoping.”
“Yes. I—I—” It was dreadfully hard to get words together. “I have heard so much of the captain from—”
“From Aunt Keziah? Yes, she was Nat's warmest friend.”
“I know. Er—Mrs. Coffin tells me you are going away. I hope you may hear good news and soon. I shall think of you—of him—I want you to understand that I shall.”
The door opened and Emeline Berry appeared on the threshold.
“Come right in, Grace,” she called. “Mrs. Prince wants you to. She's ahollerin' for you to hurry up.”
“Good-by,” said the minister.
“Good-by. Thank you again. It was very kind of you to say this.”
“No, no. I mean it.”
“I know; that was why it was so kind. Good-by.”