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This suited the two captains very well, for they wished to be on hand when the little girl discovered her stocking.

“Can you tell me,” said the stranger, as he put on his cap, “where I can find a Mrs. Trimmer, who lives in this village?”

At these words all the sturdy stiffness which, from his youth up, had characterized the legs of Captain Eli entirely went out of them, and he sat suddenly upon a bench. For a few moments there was silence.

Then Captain Cephas, who thought some answer should be made to the question, nodded his head.

“I want to see her as soon as I can,” said the stranger.”I have come to see her on particular business that will be a surprise to her. I wanted to be here before Christmas began, and that’s the reason I took that cat-boat from Stetford, because I thought I’d come quicker that way than by land. But the wind fell, as I told you. If either one of you would be good enough to pilot me to where Mrs. Trimmer lives, or to any point where I can get a sight of the place, I’d be obliged.”

Captain Eli rose and with hurried but unsteady steps went into the house (for they had been upon the little piazza), and beckoned to his friend to follow. The two men stood in the kitchen and looked at each other. The face of Captain Eli was of the hue of a clam-shell.

“Go with him, cap’n,” he said in a hoarse whisper.”I can’t do it.”

“To your house?” inquired the other.

“Of course. Take him to my house. There ain’t no other place where she is. Take him along.”

Captain Cephas’s countenance wore an air of the deepest concern, but he thought that the best thing to do was to get the stranger away.

As they walked rapidly toward Captain Eli’s house there was very little said by either Captain Cephas or the stranger. The latter seemed anxious to give Mrs. Trimmer a surprise, and not to say anything which might enable another person to interfere with his project.

The two men had scarcely stepped upon the piazza when Mrs. Trimmer, who had been expecting early visitors, opened the door. She was about to call out “Merry Christmas!” but, her eyes falling upon a stranger, the words stopped at her lips. First she turned red, then she turned pale, and Captain Cephas thought she was about to fall. But before she could do this the stranger had her in his arms. She opened her eyes, which for a moment she had closed, and, gazing into his face, she put her arms around his neck. Then Captain Cephas came away, without thinking of the little girl and the pleasure she would have in discovering her Christmas stocking.

When he had been left alone, Captain Eli sat down near the kitchen stove, close to the very kettle which he had filled with water to heat for the benefit of the man he had helped bring in from the sea, and, with his elbows on his knees and his fingers in his hair, he darkly pondered.

“If I’d only slept with my hard-o’-hearin’ ear up,” he said to himself, “I’d never have heard it.”

In a few moments his better nature condemned this thought.

“That’s next to murder,” he muttered, “fer he couldn’t have kept himself from fallin’ asleep out there in the cold, and when the tide riz held have been blowed out to sea with this wind. If I hadn’t heard him, Captain Cephas never would, fer he wasn’t primed up to wake, as I was.”

But, notwithstanding his better nature, Captain Eli was again saying to himself, when his friend returned, “If I’d only slept with my other ear up!”