Well, that's 'bout all we had to do. We got boarders enough from that
ridiculous advertisement to fill every spare room we had, including
Jonadab's and mine. Me and the cap'n had to bunk in the barn loft; but
there was some satisfaction in that--it give us an excuse to get away
from the "sports" in the smoking room.

The Todds was part of the haul. He was a little, dried-up man, single,
and a minister. Nigh's I could find out, he'd given up preaching by the
request of the doctor and his last congregation. He had a notion that he
was a mighty hunter afore the Lord, like Nimrod in the Bible, and he'd
come to the Old Home to bag a few gross of geese and ducks.

His sister was an old maid, and slim, neither of which failings was from
choice, I cal'late. She wore eye-glasses and a veil to "preserve her
complexion," and her idee seemed to be that native Cape Codders lived in
trees and ate cocoanuts. She called 'em "barbarians, utter barbarians."
Whenever she piped "James" her brother had to drop everything and report
on deck. She was skipper of the Todd craft.

Them Todds was what Peter T. called "the limit, and a chip or two over."
The other would-be gunners and fishermen were satisfied to slam shot
after sandpeeps, or hook a stray sculpin or a hake. But t'wa'n't so
with brother James Todd and sister Clarissa. "Ducks" it was in the
advertising, and nothing BUT ducks they wanted. Clarissa, she commenced
to hint middling p'inted concerning fraud.

Finally we lost patience, and Peter T., he said they'd got to be quieted
somehow, or he'd do some shooting on his own hook; said too much Toddy
was going to his head. Then I suggested taking 'em down the