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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"




CHAPTER II
WILLIE HAS AN IDEE
On a day in June so clear that a sea gull loomed mammoth against the
sky; a day when a sail against the horizon was visible for miles; a day
when the whole world seemed swept and garnished as for a festival,
Zenas Henry Brewster drew rein before the Spence cottage, hitched the
Admiral to the picket fence that bordered the highway, and ascending
the bank which sloped abruptly to the road presented himself at the
kitchen door from which issued the aroma of baking bread.
"Mornin', Tiny," called the visitor, poking his head across the
threshold. "Willie anywheres about?"
Celestina, who was washing the breakfast dishes, glanced up at the lank
figure with a start.
"Law, Zenas Henry, what a turn you gave me!" she exclaimed. "I never
heard a footfall. Yes, Willie's outside somewheres. He and Jan
Eldridge have been tinkerin' with the pump since early mornin'.
They've had it apart a hundred times, I guess, an' like as not they're
round there now pullin' it to pieces for the hundred-an'-oneth.


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