He remembered portions of Miss Barbara's conversation and determined to repeat them to Captain Sam Hunniwell, the next time the latter called.
And that next time was the following forenoon.

Captain Sam, on the way to his office at the bank, stopped his car at the edge of the sidewalk and came into the shop.

Jed, having finished painting wooden sailors for the present, was boxing an assorted collection of mills and vanes to be sent South, for a certain demand for "Winslow mills" was developing at the winter as well as the summer resorts.

It was far from winter yet, but this purchaser was forehanded.
"Hello, Jed," hailed the captain, "busy as usual.

You've got the busy bee a mile astern so far as real hustlin' is concerned." Jed took a nail from the half dozen held between his lips and applied its point to the box top.