Abbie was stouter now than when she had come as a bride to Zenas
Henry's white cottage, but there was a serenity in her mien that
softened her expression into charming womanliness. As she neared the
shed she glanced at Willie with an uneasiness she could not wholly
conceal.
"Don't it seem to you, Willie, that it's gettin' most time for 'em to
be gettin' home?"
"You ain't nervous, Abbie," smiled the little old man.
"N--o, not really. Of course, I know they're all right. Still, they
ain't never stayed clammin' so long before."
"I wouldn't worry, Auntie," Delight put in, taking her hand
reassuringly. "A thousand things may have delayed them. I am sure--"
"They're comin'!" broke in Willie with sudden excitement. "The boat's
comin'. Ain't that her makin' the point, Bob? She's clippin' along
like a race horse, too. Lord! Watch her go."
"That's the _Sea Gull_!" cried Abbie. "I don't need no glasses to make
her out. That's her! How foolish I was to go fussin'. Still, I
always have a kind of dread--"
"I know, I know," interrupted the inventor gently.
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