him.

"Now, what's these young people been doin' that
makes ye so almighty narvous?" he continued, lying
back in his chair and looking at her from under
his bushy eyebrows, his fingers supporting his forehead.

"Everything. Goes out sailin' with her and goes
driftin' past with his head in her lap. Fogarty's
man who brings fish to the house told me." She
had regained something of her old composure now.

"Anything else?" The captain's voice had a
relieved, almost condescending tone in it. He had
taken his thumb and forefinger from his eyebrow
now and sat drumming with his stiffened knuckles on
the arm of the rocker.

"Yes, a heap more--ain't that enough along with
the other things I've told ye?" Martha's eyes were
beginning to blaze again.

"No, that's just as it ought to be. Boys and girls
will be boys and girls the world over." The tone
of the captain's voice indicated the condition of his
mind. He had at last arrived at a conclusion. Martha's
head was muddled because of her inordinate
and unnatural love for the child she had nursed.
She had found a spookship in a fog bank, that was
all. Jealousy might be at the bottom of it or a certain