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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

It's awful taxin' on the patience. I'd
give a man everything I possess if he'd think up some plan to rid me of
that eel grass."
"Why don't you set Willie on the job?" asked Captain Benjamin.
"Ain't I told Willie over an' over again about it?" Zenas Henry
replied, turning with exasperation on the speaker. "Ain't I hinted to
him plain as day--thrown the bait to him times without number? An'
ain't he just swum round the hook an' gone off without so much as
nibblin' it? The thing don't interest him, it's easy enough to see
that. He don't like motor-boats an' ain't got no sympathy with 'em,
an' he don't give a hang if they do come to grief. In fact, I think he
rather relishes hearin' they're snagged. I gave up expectin' any help
from him long ago."
With a frown he resumed his smoking.
"Where's Delight?" Captain Phineas asked, scenting his friend's mood
and veering tactfully to a less irritating topic.
"That's so! Where is the child?" rejoined Captain Jonas. "She was
round here fussin' with them roses a minute ago.


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