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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

Are Captain Phineas an' Captain Jonas well?"
"Oh, they're nimble as crabs."
"An' Abbie?"
"Fine as a clipper in a breeze!" responded the man with enthusiasm.
"Best wife that ever was! The sun rises an' sets in that woman,
Celestina. What she can't do ain't worth doin'! Turns off work like
as if it was of no account an' grows better lookin' every day a-doin'
it."
Celestina laughed.
"I reckon you didn't make no mistake gettin' married, Zenas Henry,"
mused she.
"Mistake!" repeated Zenas Henry.
"An' no mistake takin' in the child, either," went on Celestina,
unheeding the interruption.
She saw his face soften and a glow of tenderness overspread it.
"Delight was sent us out of heaven," he declared with solemnity.
"'Twas as much intended that ship should come ashore here an' the three
captains an' myself bring that little girl to land as that the sun
should rise in the mornin'. The child was meant fur us--fur us an' fur
nobody else on earth. Was she our own daughter we couldn't be fonder
of her than we are. It's ten years now since the wreck of the
_Michleen_.


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