“Yes. Yes—yes. But I don't see what you need to send no telegram for. Mr. Paine here, he telephoned to your folks last night.”
She looked at me and then at Joshua.
“Last night?” she repeated.
“Why yes—or this mornin' after you'd gone to bed. He was dead set on it. I could see he was 'most tired and wore out, but he wouldn't rest till he'd 'phoned your folks and told 'em you was safe and sound. Didn't seem to care nothin' about himself, but he was bound your pa and ma shouldn't worry.”
She turned to me.
“Did you?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “Your father is to meet us at the Wellmouth wharf.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“I intended to. I meant to tell you when I saw you in the lighthouse, but—I forgot it.”
She said no more, but when Joshua, hat and boots on, met us at the door she spoke to him.