So evident were the words that were not spoken that Billy asked laughingly: "Well, John, what is it ?" John reddened furiously.
"Nothing, Miss.

I was only thinkin' that if you didn't 'tend ter haulin' in so many other folks's ships, yours might get in sooner." "Why, John! Nonsense! I--I love to haul in other folks's ships," laughed the girl, embarrassedly.
"Yes, Miss; I know you do," grunted John.
Billy colored.
"No, no--that is, I mean--I don't do it--very much," she stammered.
John did not answer apparently; but Billy was sure she caught a low-muttered, indignant "much!" as he snapped the door shut and took his place at the wheel.
To herself she laughed softly.

She thought she possessed the secret now of some of John's disapproving glances toward her humble guests of the summer before..