Louise thought laughter would overcome her “just as easy” despite the day and place.  She knew a hearty burst of laughter in the church edifice would amaze and shock the lingering congregation.

Seeing that Cap’n Amazon was busy with some men he had met, the girl walked out to the little vestibule of the church.  Here a number of women and men were discussing various matters—­the sermon, the weather, clamming, boating, and the colony at The Beaches.  Two women stood apart from the others and presently Louise was attracted to them by the sound of Lawford Tapp’s name.

“I dunno who he is exactly, bein’ somethin’ o’ a stranger here,” one of the women said.  “But I was told he was some poor relation who allers lived among the fisher folk.  But he does seem to know how to run thet autermobile, don’t he?”

“I should say!” returned the other woman.  “An’ he’s well spoken, too—­from what I heard him say down to the store.”

“Yes, I know that too.  Well, I hope he buys the outfit—­Jimmy wants to sell it bad enough—­an’ needs the money, believe me!” And thereupon the two women took their departure.

The conversation hung in Louisa’s mind and she looked exceedingly thoughtful when Cap’n Amazon broke away from those with whom he had been talking and joined her.

“Nice man, that Reverend Jimson, I guess,” the captain said, as they wended their way homeward; “but he’s got as many ways of holdin’ a feller as an octopus.  And lemme tell you, that’s a plenty!  Arms seem to grow on devilfish ‘while you wait’ as the feller said.

“I sha’n’t ever forget the time I was a boy in the old Mary Bedloe brig, out o’ Boston, loaded with sundries for Jamaica, to bring back molasses—­and something a leetle mite stronger.  That’s ’bout as near as I ever got to having traffic with liquor—­and ’twas an unlucky v’y’ge all the way through.

“Before we ever got the rum aboard,” pursued Cap’n Amazon, “on our way down there, our water went bad.  Yes, sir!  Water does get stringy sometimes on long v’y’ges.  It useter on whalin’ cruises—­get all stringy and bad; but after she’d worked clear she’d be fit to drink again.

“But this time in the Mary Bedloe it was something mysterious happened to the drinking water.  Made the hull crew sick.  Cap’n Jim Braman was master.  He was a good navigator, but an awful profane man.  Swore without no reason to it.

“Well——­Where was I?  Oh, yes!  We had light airs in the Caribbean for once, and didn’t make no more headway in a day than a brick barge goin’ upstream.  We come to an island—­something more than a key—­and Cap’n Braman ordered a boat’s crew ashore for water.  I was in the second’s boat so I went.  We found good water easy and the second officer, who was a nice young chap, let us scour around on our own hook for fruit and such, after we’d filled the barrels.

“I was all for shellfish them days, and I see some big mussels attached to the rocks, it bein’ low water.  Some o’ them mussels, when ye gut ’em same as ye would deep-sea clams, make the nicest fry you ever tasted.