And, for heaven's sake, lock up the pillow cases." Seth protested, declaring that the dishes need not be rewashed that very minute, and that when he got a chance he would do them himself.

But the young man was firm, and, at last, the lightkeeper yielded.
"It's real kind of you," he declared, "and bein' as I've consider'ble to do, I don't know but I'll let you.

Here's a couple of dishcloths, and there's the towels.

I'm goin' out to see to the lights, and I'll be back pretty soon and get supper." Later in the evening, after supper, the housework done, they sat again on the bench beside the door, each with a pipe, filled, this time, with genuine smoking tobacco.

Before and below them was the quiet sea, rolling lazily under the stars.