“Oh, yes, he did,” wailed Mrs. Gormley.
“Call the dog, just the same,” repeated Amanda Parlow. “Prince will hear you and bark.”
“God bless you! So he will,” cried Mr. Stagg. “You’ve got more sense than any of us, Mandy.”
“And I’ll have the chapel bell rung,” she said.
“Huh! what’s that for?”
“The wind will carry the sound out across the cove. That boy, Chet, will recognise the sound of the bell and it will give him an idea of where home is.”
“You do beat all!” exclaimed Joseph Stagg, starting to leave the house.
But Amanda stayed him for a moment.
“Find a cap of Chet’s, Mrs. Gormley,” she commanded. “Don’t you see Mr. Stagg has no hat? He’ll catch his death of cold.”
“Why, I never thought!” He turned to speak directly to Miss Amanda, but she had gone back into the room and was putting on her outer wraps. Mrs. Gormley, red-eyed and weeping, brought the cap.