Then she saw Jo coming from the barn.
“I thought you’d never wake up,” he shouted excitedly. “Do you see what’s happened? The wreck’s gone!”
“The wreck?” repeated Ann.
“It went adrift in the storm last night.”
Quickly Ann climbed through the window that she might see better. It was true. The beach at the foot of the sloping meadow was bare. And as far as the eye could see there was no sign of a boat on land or ocean.
“I’m glad! I’m glad!” she cried. “I didn’t want that old demon to stare at us all of the time.”
“Well, he won’t stare no more,” answered Jo. “He’s gone to Davy Jones’ locker, where all good sailormen go.”
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