“I will not disturb him now,” said the doctor.
One breezy afternoon, in the following summer, Captain Seth laid aside his easy every-day clothes, and transformed himself into a stiff broadcloth image, with a small silk hat and creaking boots. So attired, he set out in a high open buggy, with his wife, also in black, but with gold spectacles, to the funeral of an aunt. As they pursued their jog-trot journey along the Salt Hay Road, and came to Ephraim Morse's cottage, they saw Susan sitting in a shady little porch at the front door, shelling peas and looking down the bay.
“How is everything, Susan?” called out Captain Seth; “'bout time for Eph to be gitt'n' in?”
“Yes,” she answered, nodding and smiling, and pointing with a pea-pod; “that's our boat, just coming to the wharf, with her peak down.”
End of Project Gutenberg's The Village Convict, by Heman White Chaplin