We run up abreast of Dillaway's, putting on all the fancy frills
of a liner coming into port, and there was Ebenezer and a whole crowd of
wedding company down by the landing.
"Gosh!" says Jonadab, tugging at his whiskers: "'Twas Cape Cod against
New York that time, and you can't beat the Cape when it comes to getting
over water, not even if the water's froze. Hey, Barzilla?"
Ebenezer came hopping over the ice towards us. He looked some surprised.
"Where's Phil?" he says.
Now, I'd clean forgot Phil and I guess Jonadab had, by the way he
colored up.
"Phil?" says he. "Phil? Oh, yes! We left him up the road a piece. Maybe
we'd better go after him now."
But old Dillaway had something to say.
"Cap'n," he says, looking round to make sure none of the comp'ny was
follering him out to the ice-boat. "I've wanted to speak to you afore,
but I haven't had the chance. You mustn't b'lieve too much of what Mr.
Catesby-Stuart says, nor you mustn't always do just what he suggests.
You see," he says, "he's a dreadful practical joker."
"Yes," says Jonadab, beginning to look sick. I didn't say nothing, but I
guess I looked the same way.
"Yes," said Ebenezer, kind of uneasy like; "Now, in that matter of Mrs.
Granby. I s'pose Phil put you up to asking her about her son's laundry.
Yes? Well, I thought so. You see, the fact is, her boy is a broker down
in Wall Street, and he's been caught making some of what they call 'wash
sales' of stock.
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