Mr. Green and the dealer
parted a little at his approach, and after widening the parting with the
bureau he placed it in the front room while he went back for the chairs.
He came back with three of them, and was, not without reason, called a
porcupine by the indignant dealer.
He was relieved to find, after Mr. Simpson had taken his departure, that
Mr. Green was in no mood for catechising him, and had evidently accepted
the story of his escape and return as a particularly disagreeable fact.
So disagreeable that the less he heard of it the better.
"I hope you've not come home after all these years to make things
unpleasant?" he remarked presently, as they sat at tea.
"I couldn't be unpleasant if I tried," said Mr. Letts.
"We've been very happy and comfortable here--me and your mother and
sister," continued Mr. Green. "Haven't we, Emily?"
"Yes," said his wife, with nervous quickness.
"And I hope you'll be the same," said Mr. Green. "It's my wish that you
should make yourself quite comfortable here--till you go to sea again."
"Thankee," said Mr. Letts; "but I don't think I shall go to sea any more.
Ship's carpenter is my trade, and I've been told more than once that I
should do better ashore. Besides, I don't want to lose mother and Betty
again."
He placed his arm round the girl's waist, and, drawing her head on to his
shoulder, met with a blank stare the troubled gaze of Mrs.
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