I ripped it off the front door. Tiny didn't fancy my doin'
it very well. 'Tain't often she's ruffled, an' even this time she
didn't say much; still, I could see it didn't altogether please her."
"Tiny?" interpolated Mr. Snelling.
"My aunt, Miss Morton, who keeps house for Mr. Spence," explained Bob
with proud directness.
"I wasn't aware you had relatives down here," the boat-builder
observed, turning toward Robert Morton with interest. "I imagined you
came to the Cape because of the Galbraiths."
"Oh, no. I didn't know the Galbraith's were here until the other day."
"Really!"
The single word was weighted with incredulousness.
"'Twas the funniest thing you ever knew how it happened," put in Willie.
Robert Morton tried to cut him short.
"A package for the Galbraiths was sent to me by mistake; that was how I
secured their address," he said.
Snelling looked puzzled.
"That warn't it at all, Bob," persisted Willie. "You ain't tellin' it
half as queer as 'twas."
It was useless to attempt to check the little old man now.
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