"Come any time. I want you
to see what a nice little place I've got out there. Don't stand on
ceremony, come--er--next week, say." Then, mindful of his promise, he
added, "You and I'll have it all to ourselves. I've been cal'latin' to
hire a sail-boat for the summer; got my eye on a capable little sloop
belongin' to a feller on the Sound shore. If all goes well I'll close
the deal in a few days. I'll meet you at the depot and we'll have a sail
and get dinner at a hotel or somewheres, and then we'll come up to the
house and take a whack at Cap'n Jim's doin's in the new chapters. Just
you and I together in the settin' room; hey?"
Pearson did not seem so enthusiastic over this programme, although he
admitted that it sounded tip-top.
"How is Miss Warren?" he asked, mentioning the name with a nonchalance
remarkable, considering that he had not done so before for weeks. "She
is well, I hope?"
"Yes, she's fust-rate, thank you. Very well, everything considered. She
keeps to herself a good deal. Don't care to meet many folks, and you
can't hardly blame her."
Pearson admitted that, and the remainder of the call was largely a
monologue by Captain Elisha.
"Well, then, Jim," said the latter, when he rose to go, "you come up
Monday or Tuesday of next week.
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