"
"What you buildin'?" asked Mandy.
"Can't you see for yourself? What's built on spiles, I'd like to know!
Meetinghouses, may be you think. This is Lewis's dock; all the day
boats and barges stop here!"
"Where's the water?" asked Mandy.
"Oh, you wait till high tide, 'bout four o'clock this afternoon, 'n'
you'll see water enough!"
Just then, a boy in a blue blouse, with a basket of fish over his
shoulder, came whistling along.
"Perry! Perry Kent! Where you goin'?" Bub called.
"Down to little cove, to clean fish."
"Oh, can't I go along and help? I can scale a herrin' first-rate;
father said so."
"Aint herrin'; they're shad; got to be cleaned very partic'lar, too.
But come along, if you want to."
"Bub," said Mandy, in an eager whisper, "oh, Bub, wait for me! Baby's
fast asleep. I'll lay him right down here, in his shawl; the nets'll
keep the sun off, 'n' he'll be real cozy 'n' nice till we get back."
"Why don't you take him up to the house?" said Perry, looking with some
interest at Mandy's bundle. "'Taint a very good place for him here.
You'll find us at the cove, all right."
"He'll wake up sure, if I try to carry him up the hill. See how nice he
lays; and I'll hang the end of the shawl over this net-pole.
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