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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"


"Don't you wonder how it worked?" cried Delight, addressing Bob, her
cheeks scarlet with excitement. "See, here they come! Did you ever
hear such a chatter! Zenas Henry is swinging that clam bucket as if
there wasn't a thing in it. He will spill them all out if he isn't
careful."
On strode the four men. With a bound they cleared the bank before the
Spence cottage and crowded in at the narrow gate.
"Whar is he? Whar's Willie?" demanded Zenas Henry. Then, catching
sight of the old inventor half concealed behind his workbench, he
shouted:
"Here, Willie, you rascal, out with you! Don't go hidin' there behind
that table. Man alive, why didn't you tell us what you was up to?"
"Did it work, Zenas Henry?" queried the little fellow eagerly.
"Did it work!" mimicked Zenas Henry with a guffaw. "Say, Phineas, did
it?"
The fishermen gave an exuberant roar of laughter.
"Did it work?" repeated Zenas Henry so out of breath that he could
scarcely articulate the words. "Good Lord, don't it just! Why, we
clipped along through that seaweed as if it warn't there.


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