"Are you sure of that?"

"Wait till you see how he takes to ye," declared her reassuring uncle.
"Now, lemme git my apern on and set to work on supper."

"Can't I help, Cap'n Abe?"

"In them things?" the storekeeper objected.

"Well--I'll have plenty of house dresses when my trunks come. I left
my checks at the station for a man named Perry Baker. They said he'd
bring them over to-night."

"He will," Cap'n Abe assured her. But he stopped a moment, stock-still
in the middle of the room, and stared at her unseeingly. Evidently his
mind was fixed upon an idea suddenly suggested by her speech. "He
will," he repeated. Then:

"I'll get the fat kettle over an' the fry-cage ready. Amiel brought me
a likely cod. 'Tain't been out o' the water two hours."

"I love fish," confessed Louise, following him to the kitchen door.

"Lucky you do, if you're going to stay a spell on Cape Cod. For that's
what you'll eat mornin', noon, and night. Fish and clams, an' mebbe a
pot o' baked beans on a Saturday, or a chicken for Sunday's dinner. I
don't git much time to cook fancy."

"But can't this woman who comes to do the work cook for you?"