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He came from the kitchen garden and was standing in the middle of the lawn, where he obtained a view of the sea betwixt the bluff on which stood the windmill and the other bluff on which stood the lighthouse. He sent his gaze in the direction of Old Harbour. It was a heedless gaze. He took no particular note. Alongside the wharves a number of small vessels were moored. They somewhat crowded the eye with their rigging and spars. The brig-of-war lay in her accustomed place off the pier. Apparently it was not Lieutenant Tupman's intention to put to sea that day.,"Not yourn? Then whose is it?" she cried in amazement.,"Then you knowed I was scared?" he cried in wonder.,"Good, good!" cried the old fellow, and rolling across to his friend, he grasped him by the hand, and held on, looking at his friend with a face a-work with emotion, with an expression indeed that seemed perilously close to further dry sobs.,He picked up his paddle and followed in the wake of the other boat. The men were putting out their decoys as Billy passed the point.,"Have you spoke any ships lately?" asked Captain Weaver.,Then Maurice Keeler whistled. "Whew! Ain't he the old human icicle?" he asked.,He sighed and turned to glance back at the cottage resting in the hardwood grove. It looked very homey, very restful to him, beneath its vines of clustering wild-grape and honeysuckle. It was home—home it must be always. And Mary loved it just as he loved it; this he knew. She was a fine woman, a great helpmate, a wonderful wife and mother. She was fair minded too. She loved Billy quite as much as she loved her own son, Anson. Billy must be more careful, more thoughtful of her comfort. He would have a heart to heart talk with his son, he told himself as he went on to the barn.,"Me singing!" exclaimed old John.,"Who, then?","What luck, sonny?" called the man, Tom, as he passed.,"You are quite right," said Captain Weaver. "Guns would only be in our way, and sarve to check the beauty, which we don't want.".