Unless she says or does
something that makes the authorities take her and put her away,
there will be them that will believe her--or half believe her."
"Let 'em talk," growled Cap'n Ira. "'Twon't be the first time Big
Wreck Cove folks got a mouthful to chew."
"But it will hurt Ida May," said Prudence, her voice trembling, as
she squeezed the girl's hand and held it.
"'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt
me,'" began Cap'n Ira. Then he broke off in anger when he saw the
girl's face, and exclaimed: "But, I swan! They'll keep you dodging,
and that's a fact! Ought to be some way of shutting her up, Tunis."
"I don't know how that is going to be done. Not just at first,
anyway. Perhaps something will turn up. And, anyway, she hasn't
begun to talk yet."
"It's like being tied down to one o' them railroad tracks and
waiting for the fast express to come along and crunch ye," grumbled
the old man. "I know how Ida May feels. But you keep a stiff upper
lip, my gal. You've got plenty of friends that won't listen to any
such crazy notions as that other gal's got in her noodle."
In this manner the old folks comforted themselves in part. But
nothing that was said could comfort Sheila.
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