But you don't, do you ?" Before Jed could answer the outside door was thrown open without knock or preliminary warning, and Captain Sam Hunniwell, dripping water like a long-haired dog after a bath, strode into the kitchen.
"Mornin', ma'am," he said, nodding to Mrs.Armstrong.

Then, turning to the maker of windmills: "You're the feller I'm lookin' for," he declared.

"Is what Philander Hardy told me just now true?
Is it ?" Jed was dreamily staring out of the window.

He was smiling, a seraphic smile.

Receiving no reply, Captain Sam angrily repeated his question.