A little later, Emily lapsed into a strain of sprightly gossip.
"And who do you think's kitin' around in this region ag'in?" she began.
"Somebody you'd expect least of all, I reckon; wall, it's Dave Rollin,"
and she nodded her head quickly and expressively at the others.
"I don't mean," she continued; "that he's been in Wallencamp, but Levi
was down from Wallen this mornin', and he said they stopped last night in
Wallen Harbor--him and some other fellers, mighty stylish lookin', but he
said it was Dave Rollin's yacht, as fine and fancy-rigged as ever he see,
and there was some that looked like common sailors, and they all come
ashore, and the common ones was the quietest. But he reckoned the
fisherman was off on 'a time,' and stopped there jest for fun, and to
show off, maybe.
"Wall, Levi told me that, and to-day, 'long about the middle o' the
forenoon, my man come up to the house--he's down to shore, you know,
along o' Cap'n Sartell and George Olver and Lute Cradlebow and all the
rest, down there a mendin' up the old schooner, 'cause Cap'n wanted Lute
to see to it afore he went away. My man come up for a wrench, and 'Who do
you think's a scootin' around down on the Bay?' says he.
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