CHAPTER XVII.
HOW ONE THAT WAS DISSATISFIED WITH HIS PAST SAW A VISION, BUT DOUBTED.
Caleb Trotter watched his master's behaviour during the next few days with a growing impatience.
"I reckon," he said, "'tes wi' love, as Sally Bennett said when her old man got cotched i' the dreshin'-machine,' you'm in, my dear, an' you may so well go dro'.'" Nevertheless, he would look up from his work at times with anxiety.
"Forty-sax.

That's the forty-saxth time he've a-trotted up that blessed beach an' back; an' five times he've a-pulled up to stare at the watter.

I've a-kep' count wi' these bits o' chip.

An' at night 'tes all round the house, like Aaron's dresser, wi' a face, too, like as ef he'd a-lost a shillin' an' found a thruppeny-bit.

This 'ere pussivantin' [1] may be relievin' to the mind, but I'm darned ef et can be good for shoe-leather.