"Of COURSE I trust you, Mr. Cobb," she says, "Of course I trust you, but
I should hate to spile my gown, that's all."

They drove out of the yard, fine as fiddlers, and I watched 'em go. When
I turned around, there was Beriah watching 'em too, and he was smiling
for the first time that morning. But it was one of them kind of smiles
that makes you wish he'd cry.

At ha'f-past ten it begun to sprinkle; at eleven 'twas raining hard; at
noon 'twas a pouring, roaring, sou'easter, and looked good for the next
twelve hours at least.

"Good Lord! Beriah," says Cap'n Jonadab, running into the Weather
Bureau, "you've missed stays THIS time, for sure. Has your
prophecy-works got indigestion?" he says.

But Beriah wasn't there. The shanty was closed, and we found out
afterwards that he spent that whole day in the store down at the Port.

By two o'clock 'twas so bad that I put on my ileskins and went over to
Wellmouth and telephoned to the Setuckit Beach life-saving station
to find out if the clambakers had got there right side up. They'd got
there; fact is, they was in the station then, and the language Peter
hove through that telephone was enough to melt the wires. 'Twas all in
the shape of compliments to the prophet, and I heard Central tell him
she'd report it to the head office. Brown said 'twas blowing so they'd
have to come back by the inside channel, and that meant landing 'way up
Harniss way, and hiring teams to come to the Port with from there.