She glanced into his face.
"Guess we're goin' to have rain," he ventured.
"I wouldn't wonder," rejoined Lemuel Gill.
Humming to prove he was entirely at his ease, Zenas Henry ambled to the window and looked out.
"Where you been settin'?" demanded Abbie.
"Settin'? Oh, Lemmy an' me took sort of a little jaunt along the shore. Grand day to be abroad. I never saw a finer. The sea's blue as a corn-flower, an' the waves are rollin' in, an' rollin' in, an'—"
"They generally are," Abbie interrupted dryly. "Just where'd you particularly notice 'em?"
Lemuel Gill stepped into the breach.
"'Twas this way," began he. "Zenas Henry an' me thought we'd take a bit of a meander. We'd been to the postoffice an' was standin' in the doorway when we spied Charlie Eldridge goin' by with a fish-pole—"
"Charlie Eldridge—the bank cashier?" Rebecca echoed. "But he ain't no fisherman. What on earth was he doin' with a fish-pole?"