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“Paul! How much of this is true?” gasped Miss Trevor.

“Why, none of it!” said Paul, opening his eyes widely and reproachfully. “I thought you would know that. If I’d s’posed you wouldn’t I’d have warned you there wasn’t any of it true. I thought you were one of the kind that would know.”

“I am. Oh, I am!” said Miss Trevor eagerly. “I really would have known if I had stopped to think. Well, it’s getting late now. I must go back, although I don’t want to. But I’m coming to see you again. Will you be here tomorrow afternoon?”

Paul nodded.

“Yes. I promised to meet the Youngest Twin Sailor down at the striped rocks tomorrow afternoon, but the day after will do just as well. That is the beauty of the rock people, you know. You can always depend on them to be there just when you want them. The Youngest Twin Sailor won’t mind–he’s very good-tempered. If it was the Oldest Twin I dare say he’d be cross. I have my suspicions about that Oldest Twin sometimes. I b’lieve he’d be a pirate if he dared. You don’t know how fierce he can look at times. There’s really something very mysterious about him.”

On her way back to the hotel Miss Trevor remembered the foolscap book.

“I must get him to show it to me,” she mused, smiling. “Why, the boy is a born genius–and to think he should be a shore boy! I can’t understand it. And here I am loving him already. Well, a woman has to love something–and you don’t have to know people for years before you can love them.”

Paul was waiting on the Noel’s Cove rocks for Miss Trevor the next afternoon. He was not alone; a tall man, with a lined, strong-featured face and a grey beard, was with him. The man was clad in a rough suit and looked what he was, a ‘longshore fisherman. But he had deep-set, kindly eyes, and Miss Trevor liked his face. He moved off to one side when she came and stood there for a little, apparently gazing out to sea, while Paul and Miss Trevor talked. Then he walked away up the cove and disappeared in his little grey house.

“Stephen came down to see if you were a suitable person for me to talk to,” said Paul gravely.

“I hope he thinks I am,” said Miss Trevor, amused.

“Oh, he does! He wouldn’t have gone away and left us alone if he didn’t. Stephen is very particular who he lets me ‘sociate with. Why, even the rock people now–I had to promise I’d never let the Twin Sailors swear before he’d allow me to be friends with them. Sometimes I know by the look of the Oldest Twin that he’s just dying to swear, but I never let him, because I promised Stephen. I’d do anything for Stephen. He’s awful good to me. Stephen’s bringing me up, you know, and he’s bound to do it well. We’re just perfectly happy here, only I wish I’d more books to read. We go fishing, and when we come home at night I help Stephen clean the fish and then we sit outside the door and he plays the violin for me. We sit there for hours sometimes. We never talk much–Stephen isn’t much of a hand for talking–but we just sit and think. There’s not many men like Stephen, I can tell you.”

Miss Trevor did not get a glimpse of the foolscap book that day, nor for many days after. Paul blushed all over his beautiful face whenever she mentioned it.

“Oh, I couldn’t show you that,” he said uncomfortably. “Why, I’ve never even showed it to Stephen–or Nora. Let me tell you something else instead, something that happened to me once long ago. You’ll find it more interesting than the foolscap book, only you must remember it isn’t true! You won’t forget that, will you?”