Kindred of the Dust by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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and can do some towing, maybe, or take fishing parties out. I might
supply the town with fish. I understand you import your fish from Seattle--and with the sea right here at your door." "I see. And you have your three-quarters pay as a retired chief petty officer?" "Yes, sir." "Anything in bank? I do not ask these personal questions, Brent, out of mere idle curiosity. This is my town, you know, and there is no poverty in it. I'm rather proud of that, so I--" "I understand, sir. That's why I came to Port Agnew. I saw your son yesterday, and he said I could stay." "Oh! Well, that's all right, then. If Donald told you to stay, stay you shall. Did he give you the Sawdust Pile?" "Yes, sir; he did!" "Well, I had other plans for it, Brent; but since you're here, I'll offer no objection." Nan now piped up. "We haven't any money in bank, Mr. Laird, but we have some saved up." "Indeed! That's encouraging. Where do you keep it?" |
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