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“‘I suppose you are surprised to meet me here,’ said the toll-gate woman, ‘but this is the way of it: a neighbor and his wife came along soon after you left, and offered to bring me to Thompsontown; and of course I jumped at the chance, and left the toll-gate in charge of my brother, who lives hard by. And in the town, at the house of a friend, I met this young lady, and–‘ glancing at her companion, she added: ‘I really did not catch the name.’

“‘Miss Denby,’ stated the young person referred to.

“The three men here bowed to Miss Denby; then, stepping nearer to Sam, the toll-gate woman asked in a low voice, ‘Who is the minister?’

“‘I don’t know his name,’ said Sam, ‘but I’ll find out in a minute.’ And then he approached the girl of the buggy. ‘I am so glad to see you,’ he said.

“She laughed outright. ‘It is awfully funny,’ answered she, ‘that you care whether you see me or not.’

“‘I don’t think it’s funny at all,’ said Sam. ‘But jes let me ask you one thing: what’s the name of the toll-gate woman?’

“‘Well, I declare!’ she exclaimed. ‘From the way she talked about you I thought you were old friends. Her name is Mrs. Sickles.’

“Sam skipped over to the young clergyman and put his question: ‘Mr-r-r.?’

“‘Rippledean,’ said the young man.

“In an instant the quick-slippered Sam had joined the party in the bonds of conventional acquaintanceship, having added to the rest of his information the fact that he was Samuel Twitty of Shamrick.

“‘You are the funniest people I ever met,’ exclaimed the lively Denby girl. ‘None of you seems to know the rest.’

“‘It is very pleasant to know each other, I am sure,’ remarked the toll-gate woman; ‘and if I had anything to say about what would be agreeable on such a breezy afternoon as this, now that there’s a party of us, I would say it would be to get a boat and take a sail on this sparkling water.’

“‘A sail!’ cried Sam. ‘Why, that will be the best thing in the world, and if you’ll wait ten minutes I’ll get a boat. Cap’n Silas Peck is a friend of mine, and has got two boats that ain’t likely to be out. I’ll run down and get one, and have it here in no time.’

“In less than a quarter of an hour the party was seated in Captain Peck’s sail-boat, Captain Abner at the tiller, and Sam Twitty in charge of the sheet. They decided to sail out to an island about three miles from shore. A stiff breeze was blowing, and Captain Abner was in his glory. The wind was much too high for ordinary pleasure-boats, and there were no other sails upon the bay; but summer visitors and seafaring men stood along the beach and watched the admirable manner in which that little craft was handled. Word was passed from one to another that it was Captain Abner Budlong of Shamrick who was at the tiller; many of the watchers had heard of Captain Abner and what he had done in days gone by, and they were proud to see what their neighbor of Shamrick was doing now.

“Mrs. Sickles sat beaming, both hands grasping the rail and her feet firmly braced, but with an expression of perfect trust, as she gazed from Captain Abner to Sam Twitty, which would have been edifying to any one of weak habits of faith. The younger woman’s hat was off, and her hair was flying like a streamer from a masthead. She drank in the salt breeze with delight, and her eyes sparkled as the boat dipped at the turn of Captain Abner’s tiller until the rail cut under the surface of the water as if it were skimming a pan of milk. She looked upon the bright-eyed sailor at the helm as though he were some sort of a salt-water deity whom it was suitable to worship. It was better than sparkling wine to her to dash over the sparkling water.