She felt one of the tiny objects under the soft sole of
her slipper and stooped to secure it. It was a pebble.
More pebbles rattled on the window sill. She stepped forward then
with considerable bravery, and looked down. What she saw at first
startled her. A tall, misty, gray object stood below the window,
something quite ghostly in appearance, something which moved in the
dim light.
"Why, what--"
Then the thing stamped and blew a faint whinny. She saw a pale,
long face raised and two pointed ears twitching above it.
"A horse!"
A darker figure rose up suddenly from before the strange animal.
"Ida May!"
"Why, Captain Latham!"
"Cat's foot!" exclaimed the captain of the _Seamew_. "I thought I'd
never wake you up without disturbing the old folks. No need to ask
_you_ if you rested well."
"Oh, gloriously!" whispered the girl, beaming down upon him, but
keeping out of the full range of his vision.
"Sorry I had to wake you, but I'm due at the wharf right now to see
that the hands get those clams stowed aboard. We want to get away on
the morning tide. I brought Queenie home and thought I'd better tell
you."
"Queenie?"
"The Queen of Sheba, you know. I was telling you about Cap'n Ira's
old mare.
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