"Our Dabney went home with Ford and Annie.

I can't stay more than a minute, but I think we'd better go right over.

There's a good many things to come yet, from the village." Go they did; while the charitable neighbors whom Ham had stirred up concerning the wreck, attended to the completion of the cargo of "The Swallow." More than that was true; for at least one other good and kind-hearted boat would be ready to accompany her on her return trip across the bay, laden with creature comforts of all sorts.
Even old Jock, the village tavern-keeper, not by any means the best man in the world, had come waddling down to the landing with a demijohn of old "apple-brandy;" and his gift had been kindly accepted, by the special advice of the village physician.
"That sort of thing has made plenty of shipwrecks around here," said the man of medicine; "and the people on the bar have swallowed so much salt water, the apple-jack can't hurt 'em." Maybe the doctor was wrong about it; but the demijohn went over to the wreck in "The Swallow," very much to the gratification of old Jock.
Mrs.Foster's dining-room was not a large one: there were no large rooms in that house.

Nevertheless, the entire party managed to gather around the table,--all except Dab and Ford.
"Dab is head cook, and I'm head waiter," had been Ford's explanation.
"Frank and the boys are company." Certainly the cook had no cause to be ashamed of his work.

The coffee was excellent.