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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

Set right down an' make yourself to
home, or stand up an' poke found, if it suits you better. That's what
Mr. Galbraith did. I reckon there warn't a corner of this whole place
he didn't fish into. 'Twas amusin' to see him. He said it took him
back to the days when he was a boy. I couldn't but smile to watch him
fussin' with the plane an' saw an' hammer like as if they was old
friends he hadn't clapped eyes on for years."
"It does feel good to handle tools when you haven't done so for a long
time," assented Mr. Snelling.
"Likely you yourself, sir, ain't had a hammer nor nothin' in your hands
for quite a spell," went on Willie, with a benign smile. "They don't
look as if you ever had had."
Howard Snelling glanced down at his slender, well-modelled hands with
their carefully manicured nails.
"I haven't done much carpentry of late years," he confessed. "It would
be quite a novelty were I to be turned loose in a place like this. I
should like nothing better."
"You don't say so!" responded Willie, with pleased surprise.


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