spoke of ‘ee. Why don’t Hester invite you Converse Damskie inside? Come’st ‘long in to supper, my son.”
Zeke followed them in, and this was the first of many visits. John was one of those naturally friendly souls (there are many in the world) who never go forth to seek Vans Trainers Men friends, and to whom few friends ever come, and these by accident. Zeke’s talk set his tongue running on his Menn Adidas Pants&Tights own brief Wanderjahre. And Hester would sit and listen to the pair with heightened colour, which made Buty Off-White John wonder why, as a rule, she shunned company — it did her so much good. So it grew to be a settled thing that whenever the Touch-me-not entered port a knife and Męskie Vans Old Skool fork awaited Zeke up at Hall, and the oftener he came the pleasanter was John’s face.
Chapter 5
Three years passed, and in Adidas NEO the summer of the third year Captain Nummy Tangye, of the Touch-me-not, relinquished his command. Captain Tangye’s baptismal name was Matthias, and Bideford, in Devon, his native town. But the Touch-me-not, which he had commanded for thirty-five years, happened to carry for figurehead a wooden Highlander holding a thistle close to his chest, and against his thigh a scroll with the motto, Noli Me Tangere, and this being, in popular belief, an effigy of the captain taken in the prime of life, Mr. Tangye cheerfully accepted the fiction with its implication of Scottish descent, and was known at home and in various out-of-the-way Dame Adidas Sweatshirts parts of Women Blouses the world as Nolim or Nummy. He even carried about a small volume of Burns in his pocket; not from any love of poetry, but to demonstrate, when required, that Scotsmen have Men Hoodies their own notions of Menn spelling.
Captain Tangye owned a preponderance of shares in the Touch-me-not, and had no difficulty in getting Zeke (who now held a master’s certificate) appointed to succeed him. The old man hauled ashore to a cottage with a green door and a brass knocker and a garden high over the water-side. In this he spent the most of his time with a glittering brass telescope of uncommon length, and in the intervals of studying the weather and the shipping, watched John Penaluna at Menn work across the harbour.
The Touch-me-not made two successful voyages under Zeke’s command, and was home again and discharging beside the Town Quay, when, one summer’s day, as John Penaluna leaned on his pitchfork beside a heap of weeds arranged for burning he glanced up and saw Captain Tangye hobbling painfully towards him across the slope. The old man had on his best blue cut-away coat, and paused now and then to wipe his brow.
“I take this as very friendly,” said John.
Captain Tangye grunted. “P’rhaps ’tis, p’rhaps ‘tisn’. Better wait a bit afore you say it.”
“Stay and have a bit of dinner Men Skinny Jeans with me and the missus.”
“Dashed if I do! ’Tis about her I came to tell ‘ee.”
“Yes?” John, being puzzled, smiled in a meaningless way.
“Zeke’s home agen.”
“Yes; he was up here two evenin’s ago.”
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