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Caleb Spencer, proprietor of the Twin Oaks store, paused at his garden gate to light his corncob pipe. The next three hours would be his busy time. The farmers of Scotia would come driving in for their mail and to make necessary purchases of his wares. His pipe alight to his satisfaction, Caleb crossed the road, then stood still in his tracks to fasten his admiring gaze on the rambling, unpainted building which was his pride and joy. He had built that store himself. With indefatigable pains and patience he had fashioned it to suit his mind. Every evening, just at this after-supper hour, he stood still for a time to admire it, as he was doing now.,"Then," cried Billy, hotly, "you're as big a thief as they are.","Yes. Very characteristic. I rank Pellew after Nelson.",Lou knit her brows in thought. "No," she disagreed, "if you had been that frightened you would not have come to the grove at all.","Desolation!" he murmured, "desolation! the natural home of ignorance.",Nelson's reference to Mr Lawrence's brilliant action was going to prove an overwhelming memory to the Admiral.,"I don't care a damn about your astonishment, Mr Eagle!" exclaimed Mr Lawrence with haughty severity. "I want you to understand that Miss Lucy Acton is on board this[Pg 239] ship, and I desire that you will regulate your behaviour by thoroughly understanding the facts which I am going to do you the honour to impart.","I take it it's machinery an' stuff for a saw-mill," answered Billy moodily. "Is it?","Worse than usual tonight, isn't it?" he asked in kindly tones.,CHAPTER XI PRINCESS TATTERS,A minute or two later Paul came out, shutting the door after him.,"Suits me," agreed Billy, "but jest how? That's the question.".