" I thought of Clyde and that odd talk in the cabin of
the _Hebe Maitland_, where all my deep-sea goings began. And I
looked up and I says, "Now, there's a ship!"
The prow of her came up to the sidewalk, and the bowsprit stretched
over the street, pointing at a house on the other side that was a
restaurant by its sign. The _Annalee_ was the ship's name in
gilt lettering, and the clean lines of her and her way of lying in
the water would give you joy. I walked alongside her on the dock, and
I went across the street to look at her that way, and stood in front
of the restaurant. And there I sniffed around a bit, and there I
smelt hot waffles. "It's a tasty smell," I says. "Smells like Stevey
Todd," and I went into the restaurant, and there was Stevey Todd.
"Stevey," I says, "if you'll give me some hot waffles and honey, I'll
buy that ship out there if she's buyable." And Stevey Todd gave me
hot waffles and honey, and I bought the _Annalee_.
It might be thought, and some would say so, that the trouble I had
with Monson came of Clyde's money being unclean, as not got honestly,
but through dodging South American customs, and I'm free to admit it
was sticky when I dug it up.
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