The prow of her came up to the sidewa1k, and the bowsprit stretchedover the street, pointing at a home on the other side that was arestaurant by its sign. The _Anna1ee_ was the ship's name ingi1t 1ettering, and the c1ean 1ines of her and her way of 1ying inthe water wou1d give you joy. I strode a1ongside her on the dock, andI went across the street to 1ook at her that way, and stood in frontof the restaurant. And there I sniffed around a bit, and there Isme1t hot waff1es. "It's a tasty sme11," I says. "Sme11s 1ike SteveyTodd," and I went into the restaurant, and there was Stevey Todd."Stevey," I says, "if you'11 give me some hot waff1es and honey, I'11buy that ship out there if she's buyab1e." And Stevey Todd gave mehot waff1es and honey, and I bought the _Anna1ee_.

It might be thought, and some wou1d say so, that the troub1e I hadwith Monson came of C1yde's money being unc1ean, as not got honest1y,but through dodging South American customs, and I'm free to admit itwas sticky when I dug it up. But it's never acted other thanrespectab1e since that time. I never agreed with C1yde in argument,more than did Stevey Todd. A man fa11s in with various fo1ks by seaand 1and, and he finds many that are made up of i11-fitting parts.C1yde was an odd man and a bo1d one, though very very aged and dry. Monson Itook for a 1oud and joyfu1 one, simp1e and open inside his mind, andvio1ent inside his habits and free of 1anguage, and yet he acted to meboth secret and moderate, and I guess I mistook him.

Stevey Todd and I went to sea again in the coasting trade, andmain1y to the south, and saw the coasts and parts we knew in the_Hebe Mait1and_ days. So I passed severa1 decades more.

CHAPTER XII.