her bed and cling to the clapper, like the 'curfew shall not ring to-night' person."
"But that wouldn’t make it ring," Garth objected; "that would stop it!"
"So it would!" Jim said. "But the principle’s the same. That’s what I meant. You have the fortitude of a Christian martyr, Miss Kirkland; it’s going to be hotter than blazes in town. By the way, it might be a good idea to give you Dr. Stone’s address." He scribbled it on the leaf of a note-book and handed it to her. "And do try to get something more out of him than simply the fact that it’s good for people to live in lighthouses. I know that, myself."
He rowed them over to the steamboat-landing through the fog. He had put straw mats on the wet seats of the dory, "for the city people," as he remarked.
"I’m a little afraid of you both," he said. "I don’t often see ladies with gloves and spotted veils sitting in my slippery boat. And dignified young gentlemen in long trousers! Remember that you’ve a hat on, Garth; it nearly went off then!"
From the upper deck of the Pettasantuck the dory looked very small in that expanse of gray.
