25/65 but it was! The little schooner was his own, his hobby, his afternoon workshop--the Daisy M.herself.The Daisy M., which he had last seen stranded and, as he supposed, hard and fast aground! The Daisy M.afloat, after all these years! From the stern by the cabin hatch a man came reeling toward him, holding to the rail for support with one hand and brandishing the other. "Who is it? |