Incidentally Willie and Ned have developed into first class fishermen.
Lillian E. Andrews
Captain Enoch Burgess went down Mapleville's main street at a rate of speed that threatened to break all records. The tails of his linen coat stood out like the sails of a Gloucester fisherman homeward bound with a "full bin fare." He stamped up Abner Crowell's walk, and slammed the kitchen door.
Abner was weeding onions. He stared after the captain curiously. "Looks like squally weather," he commented. "I wonder what's sent Enoch on his beam ends like that."
As Abner bent with a grunt to his task, his wife came hurrying toward him, her apron strings flying like distress signals.
"Abner," she demanded excitedly, "did you ever hear of Captain Enoch's havin' fits?"
"No, I dunno's I ever did," replied Abner, twitching up an enterprising wild mustard.