We ain't due in New London till Thursday, an' it's on me
moind we'll exhibit a bit in this town of Greenough."
That afternoon, then, we hauled into the harbour, by where the
fishing boats lay, and moored the _Annalee_ to the old stone
pier. Flannagan saw the tent, platform, and benches put up, and in
the early evening he went inland to the village and didn't come back
for some hours.
It was a moonlight night, and the show people were still getting
ready for the next day. I was at the deck-cabin window, smoking an
evening pipe, looking at the tent that stood on the sandy piece of
land beyond the pier. I could see the trees of the village, and the
church spire against the sky, and I thought of the way I'd meant to
come back to Greenough, when I left it to go "romping and roaming,"
as Sadler had said, and how now I was come home with grey hairs.
There was the hill between Newport Street and the harbour, and far
along to the west I could see where Pemberton's stood, and see what
might be its lights.
Pretty soon I heard David, the trick dog, barking, and I looked out,
and saw Stevey Todd and Madame Bill coming along in the wake of
David, and I judged that Stevey Todd was meaning to put in an odd
moment or two arguing, and that Madame Bill was going to be joyous
about it.
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