"
"Molly, be quiet!" interposed Sara peremptorily.
"Well," said the young man at this, giving Molly a queer glance, "I had
always supposed fishermen to be a rude sort of people--entirely unlike
you all, of course."
"'With the exception of one,' you would say, if you dared," added Molly
instantly. "But you needn't blame any of my ancestors for my tongue--
Sara will tell you our mother was a real lady, in speech and manners,
and our father one of Nature's noblemen. I was probably changed in the
cradle by some wicked fairy."
"Let us thank the creature for leaving such a unique specimen, at
least," laughed Mr. Garth, completely mollified; (if you will not accuse
us of an insane desire to make a pun). "Come, fairy changeling, and
let's have a song together."
"Yes, if you won't insist upon classical music more than half the time.
Do you know what I'd like to sing to-night?" rising to go indoors; "one
of those rollicking, rioting old sailor-songs, with no tune, and not
many more words, but with a catchiness in the two or three bars that
gives you the sensation of a ship rolling and pitching under your feet--
but Sara won't let me, so"--laughing mischievously--"I suppose I'll have
to come down to Bach and Wagner!"
Sara left alone outside, for Morton now departed for the store, seated
herself in one of the piazza-chairs to listen at her leisure.
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