And he's goin' to set out box hedges, somethin' that ain't been the style in this town sence Congressman Atkins pulled up his.

'What in the world, Cap'n Whittaker,' says I to him, 'do you want of box hedges?
Homely and stiff and funeral lookin'! I might have 'em around my grave in the buryin' ground,' I says, 'but nowheres else.' 'All right, Angie,' says he, 'you shall have 'em there; I'll cut some slips purpose for you.
It'll be a pleasure,' he says.

Now ain't that crazy talk for a grown man ?" Miss Phinney was not the only one in our village to question Captain Cy Whittaker's sanity during the next few months.

The majority of our people didn't understand him at all.

He was generally liked, for although he had money, he did not put on airs, but he had his own way of doing things, and they were not Bayport ways.
True to his promise, he had a squad of carpenters busy, on the day following his arrival, tearing down the loathed piazza.