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 much the same things as usual. I suppose there is nothing to be done, other than what Silver Shoal is doing, but that's a good deal.

The Count has made no further manifestations since his tea-party, though we occasionally see him flitting about with his paint-box when we go to Quimpaug. I meant to tell you, by the way, that our interest in him has cooled. He behaved rather nastily to Garth, who has feelings, even though he is a small person. Of course that finished Fishashki with Jim. We all were becoming disgusted, anyway, with his silly affectation, in spite of the enchanting music he plays. Here's your nephew, who says: "Give Uncle Brob my love, and tell him that I can tie a fisherman's bend and a becket-hitch." That's more than I can do! Much love from

"No; I won't come ashore, thank ye kindly," said Cap'n 'Bijah in response to Elspeth's invitation. "What I come to ask was, whether mebbe Miss Kirkland an' the Fust Mate yonder would keer to go outside with me a piece,—fishin'. I got the tackle an' I got some vittles. I heerd tell the mack'rel was a-runnin'. Hullo!" he chuckled, as Garth came to the edge of the pier in high glee and held out his arms to the Cap'n, who swung him into the boat; "'pears like one on 'em's goin' to accept my invite!"