So we put some extry advertisin' in the Cape weeklies, and trusted in Providence.
"The evenin' followin' the ad in the weeklies, I was settin' smokin' on the back piazza of the shut-up main hotel, when I heard the gate click and somebody crunchin' along the clam-shell path.

I sung out: 'Ahoy, there!' and the cruncher, whoever he was, come my way.

Then I made out that he was a tall young chap, with his hands in his pockets.
"'Good evenin',' says he.

'Is this Mr.Brown ?' "'Thankin' you for the compliment, it ain't,' I says.

'My name's Wingate.' "'Oh!' says he.