The doll house was finished, and he had begun to fashion a full-rigged ship in miniature.

In reality Emily, being a normal little girl, was not greatly interested in ships, but, because Uncle Cy was making it, she pretended to be vastly concerned about this one.

On Saturdays and after school hours she sat on a box in the wood shed, where the captain had put up a small stove, and watched him work.

The taboo which so many of our righteous and Atkins-worshiping townspeople had put upon the Whittaker place and its occupants included her, and a number of children had been forbidden to play with her.

This, however, did not prevent their tormenting her about her father and her disreputable guardian.
But the captain's evenings were miserable.