Rested after a full night's sleep, Daniel was awake at dawn and took a walk along the shore to enjoy the sunrise. He used the quietest time of the morning to clear his mind and focus on what he wanted to accomplish. Today, after taking care of a few chores around the house, he would help his first mate work on his porch until mid-afternoon, when he would return home to clean up before calling on Mrs. Muir.

James initially rented the house from Claymore before deciding to purchase it outright as a wedding gift for Marguerite. The small house was waiting for the couple when they returned from their honeymoon. It sat on a large lot and would allow room for them to expand as their family grew. One of the first things they wanted to do was add the porch. The house needed a more welcoming entrance, and they both wanted it for the shade and extra space it would provide when the weather was nice.

The Captain was confident they would get it covered and the railing up today. He wasn't sure he and James would have enough time to shingle the roof, but at least the hardest work would be done by the time he had to leave.

He was glad to be home, and based on her reaction to his unexpected arrival yesterday, he was confident Mrs. Muir was pleased he was too. He had been very touched by the children's gift and was serious when he told them he would hang it in his cabin. He wanted to frame it and planned to ask them if they would like to help. He had no doubt they would accept, and it would provide him another opportunity to spend time with them all.

He knew being away for only a week wasn't long enough to be a true test, but thought it was a good sign Mrs. Muir was so happy to see him. He didn't think they would have much time alone today, but thought tomorrow would provide an opportunity for them to talk. He hoped she would share the missing piece of her past and was encouraged when she shared a little more of herself yesterday. Remembering one comment she made, he realized he needed to see if he had enough wood on hand to make the swing.

XXXXX

Carolyn relished the extra sleep Saturday's allowed. She knew there was a lot to do, but recognized her need for rest and took full advantage of not having to get up early. As if on cue, she heard her children talking outside her door. She smiled as she listened to their usual discussion about whether to wake her or not. She had them timed perfectly as she silently counted down from ten. Sure enough when she got to zero, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come in," she said happily.

In they came, repeating a routine that had gone on most of their lives. They crawled into bed with her and snuggled together to talk about the day.

"What do you think you'd like to do today?"

"The park!" They both replied.

"We met some children there yesterday, and they talked about being there again today. May we go, Mom?" Candy asked.

"I don't see why not, but we need to help Martha with the shopping first. While I get dressed, go see if there's anything you can do to help her in the kitchen. I'll be out shortly."

XXXXX

After breakfast, and its cleanup, the women and children left to get an early start to the day. They went to the green grocer first, and after picking up a few things for immediate use, Martha placed an order for larger quantities of several fruits and vegetables for canning. The root cellar had been empty for years, and it would take a lot of work to store enough food for the winter at this late date. Next year, they would take advantage of what little room was available in the back yard to plant their own garden and things would be somewhat easier.

From there, they went to Wilkins' General Store to pick up dry goods in an effort to stock the pantry. At first, Claymore grumbled about the cost, but it only took a few days of Martha's cooking for him to change his mind. His only request was that it be done gradually, not all at once. It was painful for him to realize the amount of money it took to feed four more people.

While they were shopping, Carolyn had the feeling people were watching them in the stores, and on the street. When they arrived at the general store, Marguerite Horan was paying for her purchases.

"Good morning, Mrs. Muir, Mrs. Grant, it's so nice to see you again," she greeted them.

"Hello, Mrs. Horan," It's good to see you," Carolyn replied smiling.

Martha exchanged pleasantries with the young woman, then excused herself and the children to finish the shopping.

"How was the rest of your week?" Marguerite asked.

"It has been busier than I expected, but it ended on a high note."

"I understand completely."

They chatted together, slipping into easy conversation as if they had been friends for years instead of a few weeks.

"I spoke to Mrs. Farley yesterday, and we were hoping we could plan another lunch. Do you think your uncle would allow us come by again?" Marguerite asked.

"I'll ask him. Maybe we can find a day when he'll be out of the office again. That would make it easier for us all."

"That's a good idea. Let me know what you find out."

"I will."

As they were preparing to go their separate ways, a stern looking woman walked purposely toward them.

"Oh, dear," Marguerite said softly. "Here comes one of our most self-important citizens. I'm so sorry."

Carolyn was looking at her friend, puzzled, until a woman stopped in front of them, and she watched as the sour expression on the newcomer's face changed dramatically just before she greeted Marguerite.

"Good morning, Mrs. Horan. It's so nice to see you," she said, in an overly sweet manner.

"Hello, Mrs. Shoemaker," Marguerite replied, but her manner was very formal, and guarded.

The woman turned and looked at Carolyn critically.

"And who do we have here?" She asked.

"Allow me to introduce Claymore Ebenezer's niece, Mrs. Muir," Marguerite said.

"Ah, yes. I did hear Mr. Ebenezer's niece was visiting. Did I hear you say Mrs. Muir? Forgive me, I thought I saw you being quite chummy with Captain Gregg, but I must have been mistaken. No self respecting married woman would be spending time with a man not her husband. Is Mr. Muir with you this visit?"

Carolyn was stunned and infuriated by the woman's implication and tried to keep her temper when she answered.

"My husband passed away several years ago."

"Oh, then perhaps you are the one I've seen with the Captain. He's had so many different women, one can never be sure, you know." She looked the young widow up and down. "You are a pretty thing, but older than I would have thought. We were beginning to believe my lovely niece, Kathleen, had captured the Captain's heart. He does seem to prefer younger women."

Carolyn was dumbfounded by this complete stranger's impertinence. She didn't want to respond in a way that would give the ill-mannered woman anything to add to her arsenal of implied insults, so she forced a smile on her face and replied.

"Mrs. Shoemaker, was it? If Captain Gregg's character is truly as you imply, I'm surprised any upstanding family would allow their daughter, niece, or what have you, to spend any time at all with him."

The woman was stunned by Mrs. Muir's retort, and before she could think of a response, the younger woman made her excuses.

"It's been very nice to meet you, but I have plans with my family and must be going. Good day," she said, with the same fake sincerity that had been aimed at her. She then looked at Marguerite.

"Mrs. Horan, did you say you were walking our way?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. Good day, Mrs. Shoemaker."

"Good day," the confused and outclassed woman replied as the two figures moved away from her.

They didn't say a word as they joined Martha and the children to help with the purchases. Martha noticed the look on her friend's face and knew something must have happened but didn't want to ask in such close quarters.

They left the store together, their arms heavily laden with packages. Once the children had ventured far enough ahead, Martha looked at the two younger women.

"What happened in there, Mrs. Muir? I haven't seen you look like that in quite a while," Martha asked.

"Marguerite, who is that woman, and just who does she think she is speaking to me like that?" Carolyn asked, trying to show outward calm.

Martha looked from Carolyn to Marguerite hoping to find out what the woman had said to upset her so.

"Carolyn, don't pay attention to a word that nasty woman said, or implied. I'm so sorry we had to run into her, of all people. She is an arrogant, overbearing busybody who believes she and her family are the cream of the crop of Schooner Bay," she explained. "She and her husband have three 'perfect' children, and her sister is the mother of Kathleen Worth, the young woman the Captain escorted to the ball. I would imagine, she heard through her sister that Daniel was not seeing Miss Worth anymore. You have obviously been deemed an interloper by the family."

"Interloper? Mrs. Muir?" Martha looked at Mrs. Horan.

"She's a vicious, nasty woman to imply those things – not just about me, but about the Captain as well!" Carolyn exclaimed quietly. Although she spoke in low tones to avoid being overheard, she felt like screaming.

"What? What did she say?" Martha asked impatiently.

Carolyn glanced at Marguerite and then to Martha.

"She only implied that I am an immoral, married woman whom she has seen being 'chummy' with a certain sea captain; that he is a conscientious womanizer; and that I am a 'pretty thing,' but too old for him, because he prefers younger woman like her niece, Kathleen Worth."

"The woman's daft," Martha chuckled. "First of all – not that it's any of her business – I hope you let her know you are a widow. Secondly, what does that say about her family if they allow such a 'rake' to spend time with her precious niece? Finally – and I hope you're not offended, Mrs. Muir – you are a 'pretty thing' – but too old for the Captain? That's ridiculous! I would think they would be more concerned about their dear Kathleen being much too young."

"You need not worry about Carolyn, Mrs. Grant. She put Mrs. Shoemaker in her place quite handily," Mrs. Horan told her. "As a matter of fact, I'd say the two of you think very much alike."

"If she's saying things like that to my face, I can only imagine what she's saying to other people. I'm sure she's wagging her tongue all over town to anyone who will listen," Carolyn vented.

"She and her sister do have a small circle of friends, but most of the town knows them for what they are," Marguerite tried to assure her. "Honestly Carolyn, up and down the coast of Maine, and beyond, you couldn't find a more admired man than Daniel Gregg. If you're seen regularly in his company, most people will know you are a woman to be respected and admired."

"Being respected would be welcomed, but 'admired' seems a bit of an exaggeration, don't you think?" Carolyn commented.

"No, I don't. The Gregg family has been in Schooner Bay for generations. The school was founded by Daniel's great-great-grandfather well over a hundred years ago, his great-grandfather donated the land for the parks, and the generations since have continued to donate their time, talent and treasure for the betterment of the town. You would be hard pressed to find another family around here with that kind of pedigree.

"Based on his background, and the man he has proven himself to be, the Captain is highly respected, and his opinion carries a lot of sway around here. Busy bodies like Mrs. Shoemaker only wish they had that type of ancestry. I wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason her nose is out of joint. Her family has money, and the sisters were probably looking for a 'good match' to improve their status in the community. Miss Worth marrying the Captain would be a way to accomplish that."

"But he was never engaged to her," Carolyn stated, looking for confirmation from Marguerite.

"Certainly not! You couldn't even say they were courting. I've only been here a short time but, other than speaking with Miss Worth at group social functions, I think his only personal contact with her was at the ball. Quite frankly, despite the vicious things Mrs. Shoemaker said, seeing Daniel Gregg around town with a lovely lady is not a sight the population of Schooner Bay is used to seeing."

"Do you think that's why it seemed like we were being stared at today?" Carolyn asked. Her face showed relief, but she did glance at Martha for reassurance, and received a subtle nod in confirmation.

"It wouldn't surprise me in the least," Marguerite said.

The young widow still looked annoyed.

"Carolyn, please don't concern yourself with that woman and her ilk. They are small-minded social climbers, with big egos, trying to make themselves feel important. They are not worth the time we've already spent talking about them," Marguerite advised.

They reached the road that led back to the Horan's.

"I turn off here. I'm glad I ran into you all, but I am sorry our visit had to be marred by that woman. I'll let Sarah know what we're hoping to do about another lunch. Mrs. Grant, it was wonderful to see you again. Goodbye children."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Horan," Martha replied, while the children joined in.

"Marguerite, I'm grateful for your support today. I'll see you soon."

XXXXX

The young bride made her way home and was greeted by the sight of two handsome men working diligently on the construction of her new porch. They'd made a lot of progress while she was gone and, if the weather cooperated, she was sure they would be able to enjoy the new addition before the weather turned.

"Ahoy, my love," James called to her, coming down the ladder when he saw her approaching.

"Look at how much you've gotten done! James, this will be wonderful when it's finished. It's just what the house needed."

"Aye, it will. Putting the footings in last week was a good idea. That's why we're able to move so quickly," he said taking the shopping from her.

"You've both been working so hard. Let me put these things away, and I'll fix you lunch."

The young couple walked together to the house and Marguerite and Daniel exchanged greetings. Inside, James put the packages on the table and swept his wife into his arms, kissing her soundly.

"Did you lose your way? I expected you sooner," he said as he nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle.

"James Horan! We have company."

"Daniel is outside. He won't mind waiting," he mumbled as he pulled her to him, resting his chin on top of her head.

They stood like that for a moment. Finally, Marguerite reached up on her tip toes and gave him a kiss, then stepped away.

"Go on now, get back to work. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

"My dear wife, all the nourishment I need is right here," he smiled and kissed her again.

"You, sir, are incorrigible," she said turning him around and pushing him toward the door.

"Spoilsport," he called over his shoulder.

A short time later, Marguerite called them inside to eat and reminded them to come through the back door, so as not to drag dirt and sawdust through the rest of the house.

The Horan's living and dining rooms were reasonably spacious, but the kitchen was narrow and tiny. The small room had to accommodate four doors – to the front room, dining room, cellar, and back door – and that didn't leave room for much else. The men took the two seats at the small table, which was carefully set. The lady of the house remained standing. There just wasn't enough room for three at the table. Her chair would have been wedged between the table and the counter. As the men started eating, James looked to his wife.

"You never did tell me what took you so long. Did you have a trouble with your shopping?

"No, not really trouble, but . . .," she answered tentatively.

"If not trouble, then what?" He asked her.

"Well, I ran into a friend at the general store."

"Oh? Who?"

"Carolyn Muir."

This brought Daniel's head up instantly, and he looked on in interest.

"And?" James nudged.

"And we had a nice conversation catching up, until . . ."

"Marguerite," James sounded exasperated. "Until what? Just come out with it, love."

"Well, Mrs. Shoemaker came in the store," she stated, as if that explained everything.

"What did the old harpy do now?"

"She was just her usual unpleasant self and aimed her ugliness at Carolyn."

"Oh?" Daniel said, looking at them both. "Marguerite, if you don't mind me asking, what did she say?"

"Captain, are you sure you wouldn't rather Mrs. Muir tell you what was said?"

"I'm not at all sure she will, so I'd appreciate if you would."

"Well, that nasty women started right in on her. She acted as if she didn't know Mrs. Muir was a widow. For heaven's sake, the whole town is talking about Claymore's widowed niece. She practically accused her of being unfaithful to her husband. Apparently, she'd seen Carolyn being 'chummy' with you – her word, not mine. Then she implied you had so many women it was difficult to keep track of them all. Finally, she bluntly told her that, even though she was a 'pretty thing,' she was too old for you because you preferred younger women like her 'dear niece' Kathleen."

Marguerite glanced at James, then they both looked at Daniel, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The young couple communicated with one other with a look, wondering what the Captain was going to do. Finally, he looked thoughtfully at her.

"Pray, may I ask what Mrs. Muir's reaction was?"

"She's very quick witted, you know. After she informed Mrs. Shoemaker she's been a widow for several years, the nasty snob started talking about your many women, Mrs. Muir being too old for you, and how they thought Kathleen had won your heart. It was then Carolyn let her have it, quite subtly."

Both men looked at the petite woman.

"Well?" they asked simultaneously.

"This isn't a direct quote, but she said something like, 'If what you say about the Captain is true, I can't imagine any upstanding family allowing their daughter or niece to spend any time with such a man.' Let me tell you, Mrs. Shoemaker was so stunned she couldn't think fast enough to reply, and Mrs. Muir didn't wait for her. She made her excuses and we left."

As the words came out of her mouth, they all chuckled. Then a thought occurred to the Captain, and his demeanor changed.

"Marguerite, do you think she was just putting up a front so that old busybody wouldn't know she believed her implied nastiness about me and other women?"

"Daniel, I spoke to Carolyn after we left the general store, and I think I dispelled any concerns she may have had, but a little reassurance from you wouldn't hurt."

"Thank you for that," he said to her. "You're right, of course. Tomorrow I'll do what I can to ease her mind.

"Tomorrow?" she questioned.

"Yes, I've invited the family to the house for dinner to thank them for their kindness last week."

"Oh, that will be lovely," she said, pleased things were moving along.

"Not Claymore too?" James asked.

Daniel looked at him, but didn't have to say a word to express his displeasure at the mention of that member of the family.

"I'm surprised you haven't taken his head off yet. He's such an infuriating man. I hate whenever I have to deal with him, which thankfully, isn't too often now that we own the house outright," James replied.

"Infuriating is an understatement. I slipped and said something unpleasant about him yesterday in front of Mrs. Muir, but I have to at least try to be civil to him. After all, he is her uncle. I'm truly amazed she's related to him. Perhaps Claymore is the black sheep of the family. I'd hate to think her mother is anything like him."

"Daniel, if it's any consolation, I have the feeling Mrs. Grant is on your side," Marguerite informed him. "She didn't say much after the incident with Mrs. Shoemaker, but Carolyn looked for her input. Her friend gave her a quick nod, as if to say 'everything was fine."

"I believe you're right, and it's good to know you get the same impression. Martha hasn't said anything to me directly, but she has been very encouraging. I definitely want to stay in her good graces."

"I would say that's a very wise approach," she told him. "Now, that's enough lollygagging, you two. It's time to get back to work," the young Mrs. Horan said as she shooed them out the back door.

XXXXX

When they reached the house, Carolyn and Martha put the purchases away and fixed a picnic lunch to take to the park. The children, feeling they had done their part helping with the shopping, were anxious to go and regain their freedom with their new friends.

It didn't take long before the family was on their way. Reaching the park, they settled on the green in a nice spot under a tree. The women managed to keep the children from eating too fast by asking questions and catching up on things that happened during the week. When they finished lunch, Martha insisted they play a sedate game of checkers, so their lunch could settle before they started running around. After several games, Candy and Jonathan were anxious to go, and asked if they could join the group of children playing at the other end of the green. Carolyn gave her consent, with a reminder to stay where she could see them, and they were off.

XXXXX

With the children running around to their heart's content, Carolyn and Martha enjoyed relaxing without having to worry about something pressing not being attended to. They talked about the children and other things but, after the incident in the general store earlier, it wasn't surprising when their conversation shifted slightly in that direction.

"Mrs. Horan is such a nice person," Martha commented after the two women had been lost in their own thoughts for a little while.

"Yes, she is. Both she and Mrs. Farley are fun to be around."

"I'm glad you've got women your own age to spend time with."

"I'd forgotten how enjoyable being around people my own age can be. I didn't have the opportunity to do that often once I married Robert."

"That life is behind you now. Just keep looking forward. It seems to agree with you."

"I have you to thank for that."

"Oh, I think you'd have come around eventually, even without a little push from me."

"But I'm so happy I took your advice," she smiled and squeezed her hand. "Martha, would you like to take a stroll around the green with me? I'd like to stretch my legs."

"I would enjoy that."

The two women stood, the younger woman giving her friend a hand so she could rise gracefully. Before they started off, she called the children over to tell them their plans. If they needed anything, they were to look to the walking path that circled the green and come to them.

The ladies walked at a leisurely pace, but after a few obligatory comments about Candy and Jonathan, the conversation returned to this morning's encounter with Mrs. Shoemaker.

"Martha, I can't believe that woman would talk to me like that . . . she doesn't even know me!"

"Mrs. Muir, you need to take what Mrs. Horan said to heart. You've known women like that Mrs. Shoemaker most of your life. They're not worth fretting over."

"Oh, I know. It's just that I had hoped we would have fresh start here and get away from the likes of the Shoemakers of the world. I guess it doesn't matter where you live, there will always be people like that."

"True, but that's not to say you can't have a new start. It's who you choose to surround yourself with that's most important. If I do say so myself, you already have a supportive family in the children and me, and despite your uncle's usual boorish behavior, he does care about you and is very fond of the children."

"That may be, but he has an odd way of showing it at times. He is kind to the children, even though they make much more noise than he's used to, and he especially likes you, Martha – I don't think he's ever eaten so well – but I'm not sure if his concern for us is genuine, or fear. He is very afraid of what my father would do to him if something happened to any of us. I'm actually surprised Uncle agreed to let us come. After I announced our plans to move here, Dad sent him a letter strongly encouraging him to change his mind. To this day, I don't know why he didn't. He and Dad have never gotten along, and this was just one more thing for my father to add to his list."

"I'm sure his wallet had something to do with his refusal to follow your father's wishes, but you make a good point about Claymore," Martha agreed. "I know I don't have to tell you this, but the people you've met, and spend time with since we moved here, are very nice."

"Yes, they are," the young woman smiled shyly. Martha was sure thoughts of Captain Gregg had washed over Mrs. Muir.

They walked along quietly for a while, each lost in thought, but content to be in the company of a good friend. Apparently, the playmates Candy and Jonathan were with had to leave, so the children caught up with their mom and Martha and joined them on the walking path. The companionable silence the women were enjoying was shattered as soon as they arrived.

The two chatterboxes talked about everything they had done and who they played with. When they finished sharing the afternoon's adventures, they started talking about the next day's visit to Gull Cottage. The questions were endless. When were they going? How long they would be there? What would they do? Could they go to the beach and explore around the cottage? Their mother didn't have all the answers but did her best to keep up. She was saved from the deluge of questions, by a man calling her name.

"Ahoy, Mrs. Muir!"

She looked up to see Seamus Armitage and Colm Donegan sitting on their usual bench playing chess. It was Seamus who called out to her. As they stood, she waved and led Martha and the children over to introduce them.

"Good afternoon Mr. Armitage, Mr. Donegan. It's so nice to see you again."

"The pleasure is ours, ma'am, but please call us Seamus and Colm. We don't go in for all that formality."

"Thank you. I'd be honored," Carolyn smiled at them both. "Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to my family. This is my very good friend, Mrs. Martha Grant, and these are my children, Candy and Jonathan."

"Martha, children, this is Mr. Armitage and Mr. Donegan. They used to sail with Captain Gregg."

They all exchanged greetings, and then Jonathan and Candy started another volley of questions.

"Wow, you sailed with the Captain?" Jonathan asked.

"Aye, laddie, we did. We've known Capt'n Danny since the days he was younger than the two of you. We knew his pap, and met the lad and his mam, when Alexander brought the family home to Schooner Bay from Ireland.

"Captain Danny?" Martha chuckled, and the children joined her.

"Yes, but please don't get the idea you can get away with calling him that," Carolyn warned all three.

"What was the Captain like when he was a little boy?" Candy asked.

"Well, he was a skinny thing, with the wildest curly hair you ever did see," Seamus laughed. "He was also the most stubborn boy I'd ever met, but he was smart as a whip, he was. He took to the sea like he was born to it. I guess it was in his blood. All his 'greats' were seamen, his grandfather and father too," Seamus explained.

"What are 'greats?" Jonathan asked quizzically.

"That'd be his great grandfather, and the other greats that came before him," Colm spoke up.

"Was the Captain really skinny?" Candy asked. "He's so big and strong now."

"Aye lass, he was as skinny as a rail when he first came with us, but he grew to be one of the strongest men I've ever seen."

"How old was he when he went to sea?" Jonathan probed.

"I don't rightly know. Colm, wouldn't you say Danny was about twelve or thirteen when his pap died?"

"Aye, but he stayed here with his women folk until he convinced his mam to let him go to sea," Colm answered. "He'd a' been around fourteen when he came on that first voyage with us."

"Wow!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"And you, me boyo, what do you want to do when you grow up?" Seamus asked him.

"I haven't decided yet," the boy admitted studying his shoes.

"Don't worry, laddie. There's plenty of time to find out what you love to do," the older seaman assured him, ruffling his hair.

Jonathan smiled up at him, but looking passed him, thought he saw his hero walking toward them.

"Look, it's the Captain!" he shouted, and ran off to greet him, with Candy on his heels.

Carolyn looked up smiling, anxious to see the seaman but was disappointed, and concerned, when she realized the children weren't running toward Daniel Gregg; they were running toward Sean Callahan.

"That's not the Captain," she said, almost to herself, and hurried after Jonathan and Candy.

The seamen and Martha looked up.

"Aye, that's not Danny. It's an ill wind that blows no good. Colm, let's go!"

The two man followed quickly to try to catch up with Carolyn and bring the children back. Martha stayed behind, at a loss as to what was going on.

As they approached the man, Jonathan and Candy called out the Captain's name. When they realized they were mistaken, they stopped in front of him.

"Excuse us, sir. We thought you were Captain Gregg," Candy said.

"Well lassie, I'm not himself. My name is Sean Callahan. Who might you be?" he asked, puffing on his cigar and inwardly fuming at another comparison to that interfering seaman.

"I'm Candy Muir and this is my brother, Jonathan."

"How do you do?" he said squatting down in front of her brother.

"Master Muir, you have the eye of hawk and the style of an admiral."

"An admiral?" the boy asked in wonder.

"Yes, an admiral." Turning to the young girl, he added, "Miss Muir, you just say the word and I'll cover you with diamonds, rubies, and peppermint sticks."

"Are you married?" Candy asked, with a big smile on her face.

"No – available. I'm willing if you are," he said, charming her further.

Carolyn reached them in time to see her children being swayed by the man's cheap flattery.

"Candy, Jonathan, come along. We need to be going."

"Hello there," Callahan said to her in a low wolfish voice. As he stood, his eyes roamed over her figure and took a long drag from his cigar as he admired her.

This was the first time she'd seen him up close and heard his Irish brogue. She made a quick comparison of the looks of the two men and an assessment of the one in front of her. He did look enough like Daniel Gregg to be a relative, but he was thinner and not as well built, and he lacked the Captain's military bearing, intensity, and sincerity. His inappropriate attentions toward her were making her very uneasy, and she just wanted grab Candy and Jonathan and get away from him.

"I take it these children belong to you?"

"They do."

"Then you must be Mrs. Muir. You know, my dear, I have the most curious feeling," he said looking at her appraisingly. "Have we met before, or are we meeting again?"

"I'm sure we've never met," she told him curtly. She didn't appreciate the way he was ogling her.

"The name's Callahan, Sean Callahan," he introduced himself.

"How do you do?"

"You know, it's as if I've been searching for someone all me life, and there – suddenly – there you are!"

"Yes, well . . ." She dismissed his comment as all the warning signals continued to reverberate through her. She knew instinctively he was trouble. He had managed to turn his beautiful Irish lilt into something that made her skin crawl. "I'm sorry if the children bothered you. From a distance, they thought you were Captain Gregg."

"Tis not the first time, but when ladies see me up close, they realize I am much better looking than that old seadog," he boasted. Stepping very close to her, and lowering his voice, he remarked, "You know, you have lovely eyes. A fellow could get lost in them."

Carolyn moved back to put distance between them. Seamus and Colm were finally catching up and were about ten feet away. Callahan noticed them approaching and tore his eyes away from her, immediately recognizing the seaman as having been members of the Captain's crew.

"Speaking of old sea dogs," his voice changed from oozing false charm to absolute contempt. "Here comes the decrepit pack now."

Carolyn observed the change in his manner and knew what she'd been told about him was true.

The seamen completely ignored him and looked to Carolyn and the children.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Grant sent us to collect you. She says it's time to go."

"Thank you, Seamus," she replied with relief. "Candy, Jonathan, come along."

"Mrs. Muir – until we meet again," Sean Callahan bowed dramatically.

She nodded as she moved the children ahead of her.

"Goodbye," they said, smiling as they were led away.

He watched them leave and leered at the attractive woman as she walked away, his cigar hanging out of his mouth.

When they reached Martha, the older woman found herself in the dark for the second time that day.

"What was that all about?" she asked.

"Candy, Jonathan, why don't you go back to the blanket, make sure everything is packed, and then fold it up so we can go home? We'll be right behind you." their mother suggested.

"But I want to know what Martha's talking about," her son complained.

"Come on, Jonathan. Mom wants us out of the way so the grownups can talk without us hearing," his sister explained.

Carolyn smiled and kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"Thank you, sweetie. We'll be along in a few minutes."

Carolyn watched as they walked away, and then turned to her friend.

"Martha, I don't know much, but the man the children mistook for Captain Gregg is a man named Sean Callahan, and I have the distinct impression he is not to be trusted."

"Ma'am, you're instincts are spot on. Stay away from him and don't ever be alone with him. He's dangerous, especially when it comes to women," Colm looked directly in her eyes to make sure she understood what he meant.

"Colm, that's the most I've heard you say at one time in ten years," Seamus said as he looked at him in surprise.

"I know it, but that blasted lech is not to be trusted, and I don't want any more innocent women getting hurt. I hate that he's here again."

"Ma'am, if you don't mind, we'd like to see you home."

"Seamus, that's not necessary."

"Are you sure? We'd both feel better if we did," Colm added.

"No, really. We don't live far from here, and we'll be fine. Thank you for everything - helping me retrieve the children and offering to see us home. I appreciate it."

"I wish you'd change your mind. Just remember what I told you," Seamus reminded her. "If you need anything, anything at all, come to us or send the children. You'll find us here."

Carolyn thanked them again as she and Martha left, but she couldn't help being concerned by the strong feelings both men expressed about Callahan.

As the women walked away, Seamus and Colm spoke together quietly.

"Seamus, is that bastard still there?"

"He's right where we left him, and he's watching the Captain's lady and her family too close for my taste. Colm, I don't like this. We need to make sure they get home safely, and see to it that Callahan doesn't find out where they live."

"You follow Mrs. Muir, and I'll head off Callahan to make sure he doesn't see where they go."

Seamus nodded his head.

"I'll meet you back here."

XXXXX

The family made it home without incident, but the feeling of being watched worried Carolyn until she saw Seamus following them at a distance. She knew he only had their well-being in mind and was touched the retired seaman was looking out for them.

The children took advantage of Uncle Claymore not being at home and went into the living room to entertain themselves. Their mom went to her room to freshen up and prepare for the Captain's visit. Once she was ready, she joined Martha in the kitchen to chat while she waited.

"Mrs. Muir, after today, I have to believe this small town has just as much drama as the whole of Philadelphia."

"I believe you're right, Martha."

"I know you said you didn't really know much about that Callahan fellow, but you'd obviously seen him before today. When did you meet him?"

"I really didn't meet him until this afternoon, but I did see him at the ball. He was on the dance floor with the Kathleen Worth. You remember – Mrs. Shoemaker's niece?"

Martha nodded.

"When I first saw him, I thought he was the Captain, but looking closely, I saw the obvious differences. I thought they might be family and asked Mrs. Horan if he was related to Captain Gregg. She said no, but she knew who he was and told me he wasn't an honorable man, but wouldn't elaborate."

"Really?!"

"Yes. Then a short time later, Mr. Horan was dancing with Mrs. Farley and cut their dance short. He brought her back to sit with us and left. Sarah said they saw Captain Gregg moving toward the man who was with Miss Worth, Sean Callahan, and Mr. Horan went back in case the Captain needed any assistance. When Marguerite heard that, she became extremely agitated. She told us Callahan had been in Schooner Bay some years ago and caused heartache for several families. Then she made the comment, 'He should be locked up . . . he was not be trusted . . . and women aren't safe if he's around.'"

Martha listened to every word with her mouth opened in astonishment.

"Then what happened?" she asked eagerly.

"I don't know."

"You don't know!"

"No. After a short time, Mr. Horan came back and told us Miss Worth wasn't feeling well, and the Captain was taking her home."

"So, you never found out anything?"

"No. No one has said a word."

Martha mulled that over, and then remembered something.

"Wait, didn't you dance the last dance with Captain Gregg? How could he have escorted Miss Worth home and still close out the ball with you?"

"We did dance the last dance together, but he never explained why he was still there. He just . . . was."

Martha chuckled.

"According to the story he told on the beach, he put on quite a performance to dance that last dance with you. Apparently, you both did."

Carolyn joined her and laughed softly.

"Yes, we did. You know, Martha, the Captain is such a complex person. I don't think I've ever known anyone like him. One minute he's – and this is just a guess – defending a young woman's honor, and the next he's playacting to steal the last dance with me away from that poor young man. It seems like he can do almost anything." Carolyn finished and her gaze and thoughts drifted off to somewhere else.

Her friend took one look at her and knew Mrs. Muir was daydreaming about her Captain again.

'When those two get beyond this early stage of their relationship, where they're both afraid to admit their feelings, I'll have my hands full making sure they don't do anything to irreparably damage Mrs. Muir's reputation. If what they feel for each other is anything like Jeremiah and I felt before we married – and after – they're going to look for any and every opportunity to be alone. Maybe it's a good thing the Captain will be leaving on his voyage soon,' the older woman mused.

XXXXX

Daniel and James worked all day, and their efforts were impressive. The Horan's front porch was complete except for painting and the roof shingles. The Captain looked at his watch and knew it was time to leave to get ready for his afternoon with Mrs. Muir. James was on the roof, starting to put down the shingles.

"James, are you sure you don't want to wait until Monday when we can finish that together?" he called up to him.

"No, I think I can get it done today. I'll just keep working. You can come over Monday to help me paint.

"All right, mate. I'll see you tomorrow," Daniel said and went to get his horse from the back.

As he went around the side of the house, he heard a yell, then a terrible crash. Daniel ran to the front and found his friend sprawled out on the ground at the foot of the steps – out cold. He had a bloody gash on the side of his head, and wood shingles were scattered all around him. He knelt next to his friend, checked his pulse and breathing, and tried to wake him.

"James, wake up man," he said loudly, patting his face to try to bring him around. "Come on. Wake up, blast it!"

Marguerite was upstairs when she heard James cry out. She looked out the window, but couldn't see anything, so she ran downstairs. When she opened the front door, the Captain's back was to her and he was kneeling over James. She ran out to see what the situation was.

"Daniel, what happened?"

Looking past him, she saw her unconscious husband with blood running down the side of his head.

"James!"

"Marguerite, I don't think it's as bad as it looks, but he may need stitches. Get me a clean towel so I can put pressure on the wound . . . and get a blanket so we can keep him warm."

The young bride kept her head and did as she was told. She was back in an instant with several towels, and a blanket, and gave them to the Captain. He covered James and wiped the blood away, but it was an ugly gash and still bleeding.

"Oh, Daniel, it looks awful."

"It'll be fine. Head wounds always bleed a lot. Now, run over to the Farley's and send the Reverend for Doctor Feeney. He can take Bonhomme."

"But . . ."

"Marguerite, James will be fine. Go on. I'll stay here with him."

She ran as fast as she could to the Farley's, while Daniel continued to try to wake his mate, not feeling as confident as he had let on.

"Damn it, James, wake up! You're bride will never forgive me if I kept you safe at sea, only to let you get hurt at your own house."

Finally, James stirred. He opened his eyes briefly, and then closed them again.

"James? James, can you hear me?"

He mumbled something that sounded like a yes, but didn't open his eyes. Daniel continued talking to him, trying to get another response from his friend, but he was out again. Daniel heard someone approaching and looked up to see Reverend Farley running far ahead of Marguerite and Mrs. Farley.

"Has he come to yet?"

"Only for a moment," Daniel replied with concern. "My horse is tied up out back. Take him to get the doctor."

"Right. I'll be back with Doctor Feeney as soon as I can."

As the Reverend galloped off, Marguerite and Sarah Farley arrived.

"Daniel, has he regained consciousness?"

"Only for a moment. The bleeding is lessening, though. I don't want to move him until he wakes up more completely, or the doctor gets here. Get me a wet towel – or better yet a bowl of water and a towel so we can clean up this blood and get a better look at the cut."

Marguerite went quickly into the house to do as he asked.

"Mrs. Farley, can you assist her?" Daniel asked.

"I'm glad to help. Is there anything else you need?"

"See if they have any whiskey. Maybe that'll bring him to."

Sarah turned on her heel and followed Marguerite into the house.

Daniel was really worried; he thought James should have regained consciousness by now. Looking around to see what his friend hit his head on, he noticed blood on the last step. 'Damn! I wish he'd waited for me to help him.'

The women were back in no time, armed with a pan of water, clean towels, and a bottle of whiskey. Daniel was going to try to wake him with the liquor first, but decided James might prefer to be unconscious while the wound was cleaned.

"Marguerite, wet one of those towels and let's clean this mess."

She put the pan down, soaked a towel, and handed it to the Captain. She watched as he carefully cleaned her husband's wound, and was struck by how gentle he was with him.

Daniel worked on the cut and was encouraged to see the bleeding had slowed considerably. He was also impressed with how both women, especially his friend's bride, were keeping their heads. These two were made of sterner stuff than most.

Marguerite took another clean towel and wet it for Daniel. He finished wiping off the blood and asked for the whiskey bottle.

"I'm going to pour this on the wound to clean it, so be prepared. He may not like it."

He removed the cap and poured a small, but continuous, stream of whiskey over the wound. James unconsciously tried to move his head away from the pain it was causing, but Daniel continued until he was satisfied the cut was as clean as he could get it.

"Marguerite, take a clean dry towel and hold it to the wound. I'm going to pour some whiskey down his throat to get his attention, so hold tight. He's really not going to like this."

The young woman went around and knelt at her husband's head. She looked down at him and tears came to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as she placed the towel on the wound.

The Captain looked at her, and noticed her distress.

"Marguerite, would you rather not do this?"

"No, Daniel. I can do it," she said bravely.

The seaman opened James' mouth and held the bottle over it.

"Hold on, here we go," he said as he poured a little bit into the unconscious man's mouth.

Daniel's assessment was correct. James began to cough, moving his head back and forth to keep the liquor from going down his throat.

"All right! All right! Stop!" the injured man mumbled as he opened his eyes.

Marguerite, Daniel and Mrs. Farley all let out a sigh of relief.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend," Daniel said looking at him in relief.

James looked at the Captain, but it was Marguerite he eyes searched for and stayed with when he found her.

"What happened?"

"Darling, you fell off the roof. I heard you cry out and, the next thing I knew, you were lying unconscious on the ground with your head bleeding," Marguerite explained, as she moved to his side and caressed his cheek.

"I don't remember anything."

"What's the last thing you do remember?" the Captain asked.

"I remember being up there with the shingles, and you saying goodbye . . . then nothing."

Daniel nodded.

"James, I need to check a few things before we try to take you inside. Can you move your left arm?"

His friend's arm came out from under the blanket, and he grabbed Daniel by his shirt and pulled him close.

"Don't you ever pour whiskey down my throat like that again, mate, unless, of course, I ask you to."

They all laughed.

"How about your right arm?"

James moved his arm until he found Marguerite's hand and held it in his own. The smile and relief on her face was obvious.

"Good. Now, your right leg."

He did so.

"And your left."

James did as he was commanded.

"Excellent," his captain observed. "Do you think you can sit up?"

"I can try."

Marguerite and Daniel took him by the arms to help him. He was able to sit, but felt dizzy and nauseous and quickly laid back down.

"I'm gonna be sick," James said in a slight panic.

"Marguerite, move out to the way," Daniel said as he rolled him onto his side.

They both reacted just in time. James was immediately sick. There wasn't much they could do for him, but Daniel held his head until he finished.

"Feel better?"

"At the moment, yes."

Marguerite returned to his side, avoiding the mess, and held his hand.

"I think we'll leave you where you are until Reverend Farley gets back with the doctor. The three of us should be able to take you inside more gently than if I were to throw you over my shoulder and do it myself."

"I'd appreciate that, sir."

Mrs. Farley took one of the wet towels and put it over the vomit. The only thing worse than smelling it was seeing it. She hoped covering it would help with both.

"Captain, are you finished with the water and towels?" she asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Farley. I think we've done all we can until the doctor arrives."

She rinsed out the bloody towels in the pan and poured the water out, away from the injured man. She gathered the rest of the towels, and seeing the whiskey bottle, picked it up and gave the Captain a questioning look.

"Mrs. Farley, I think you can leave that here for now," he smiled.

She nodded as she handed it to him.

"Thank you."

Sarah went into the house, and Daniel looked at James, who was being well cared for by Marguerite. Taking the whiskey bottle, the Captain walked toward the street to give his friends some privacy. Standing by the road, he saw Reverend Farley riding toward him, with the doctor closely behind in his carriage. Relieved, he opened the bottle and took a long stiff drink.

Reverend Farley reached Daniel and dismounted. He looked over to the injured man and saw him reaching for his wife.

"It looks like things are better?"

"Yes, Reverend – much better."

Doctor Feeney pulled up next to them and hopped down from his carriage.

"Captain Gregg."

"Doctor Feeney."

"What can you tell me before I check on the patient?" the doctor asked.

Daniel gave both men a rundown on the accident, and what had been done to clean the wound, wake the patient, and test his ability to move his limbs.

"Good work. How did you know not to move him right away?"

"Unfortunately, I've seen too many seamen fall from great heights. A crew's welfare ultimately falls to the captain of the ship, so I have plenty of experience.

"Thank goodness you were here. Let's go see Mr. Horan, and then we'll get him inside where he'll be more comfortable.

XXXXX

At Claymore's, Carolyn looked at the clock and expected the Captain to arrive at any time. She was anxious to spend time with him. Meeting Sean Callahan in the park had made her very uncomfortable and she wanted to talk with him about it.

XXXXX

Doctor Feeney made a quick assessment of the patient, and determined James had a concussion.

"Let's get you inside, and in your own bed, so I can do a more thorough examination. Do you think you can sit up?"

"If you don't mind, doctor, I'd rather not. My head is killing me, and the last time I tried to sit up wasn't very successful," he said looking at the towel next to him.

"Right. Gentlemen, let's use the blanket to carry him."

Daniel took it off James and laid it next to him and, with the help of the other men, lifted him onto it. Once James was settled, the Captain grabbed the blanket by his friend's head, and the Reverend and Doctor Feeney took the right and left side of his legs. With Marguerite leading the way, the three men took him through the front door and up the stairs to the bedroom. Fortunately, there were no sharp corners to maneuver, and James arrived safely in his bed.

The doctor shooed everyone out and shut the door. Daniel, Reverend Farley, and Marguerite went downstairs to join Mrs. Farley in the front room. When they were seated, Reverend Farley offered a prayer for James' fast and complete recovery. Everyone bowed their heads, and when he finished, joined in with 'Amen.'

Daniel sat back in his chair and stretched out his long legs. He was sitting there, finally letting go of the tension he'd felt for the last hour and a half, when he heard the wall clock chime three times.

"Blast!" he said sitting up suddenly. He had forgotten where he was, and who he was with. Looking around he apologized. "I do beg your pardon, ladies, Reverend. I was supposed to be somewhere at three o'clock, and completely forgot."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Reverend Farley asked.

"There is, if you don't mind. Will you join me outside?"

Reverend Farley agreed, and they went out to the porch.

Daniel told him where he was supposed to be, and explained he didn't want to leave until the doctor finished examining James."

"I can go over to Mr. Ebenezer's and tell Mrs. Muir why you're unable to call on her today. Do you mind if I take your horse?"

"Not at all. Thank you. I appreciate this more than you know."

"I'm happy to help. If you would let Mrs. Farley know I've gone, I'll leave right now."

"I will. Thank you again."

XXXXX

As she waited, Carolyn was experiencing déjà vu. It was past three o'clock and there was no sign of the Captain. Martha was preparing dinner and watched as the young woman paced back and forth, down the hall and back to the kitchen.

"I'm sure he's fine, Mrs. Muir. Something must have delayed him."

"I know, Martha. It's just so unlike him to be late – again."

"He'll be here or, at the very least, send word to let you know he'll be late."

"I hope so. As precise and prompt as he is, I can't help worrying something is wrong."

As the words were out of her mouth, there was a knock on the door. Relief overtook her, and she rushed to welcome the Captain. She opened the door with a beaming smile, which dimmed as soon as she saw Reverend Farley standing in front of her.

"Mrs. Muir, Captain Gregg is fine," he said quickly when he saw the look on her face. "There was an accident at the Horan's. Mr. Horan has had a fall and was knocked out."

"Is he all right?"

"He seems to be, but he was unconscious for quite a while. The doctor arrived about a half hour ago, and we were able to get Mr. Horan inside. He's resting in his own bed now."

"That's a relief." Realizing the pastor was still standing outside, Carolyn's manners kicked in. "Reverend, I don't know where my mind is. Please come in."

She showed him to the living room and they sat across from one another.

"Does Mr. Horan have any other injuries?"

"He has a gash on his head, and a concussion, but we don't think there were any other injuries – no broken bones or anything like that. The Captain didn't feel he should leave his friend until the doctor finished his examination."

"I understand. How is Mrs. Horan?"

"She seems to be a very strong woman and is holding up."

"Mrs. Muir? Is anything wrong?" Martha asked coming to the door. "Hello Reverend."

"Martha, there's been an accident at the Horan's. Mr. Horan was knocked unconscious," Carolyn told her. "Reverend, is there anything they need? Perhaps we could bring over an evening meal."

Before he could answer, Martha spoke up.

"They'll need to eat. We can take care of that."

"I'm sure that would be appreciated, ladies."

"Reverend, the Captain is all right isn't he?"

"Yes, Mrs. Muir. He's fine – just concerned for Mr. Horan. It's very lucky he hadn't left yet when the accident happened."

"Thank you for letting us know. Please tell Mrs. Horan we'll be over with dinner as soon as we get it together."

"I will. Thank you, both."

Carolyn showed him to the door, and she and Martha went about finishing the meal for the Horans.

XXXXX

Reverend Farley returned just as Doctor Feeney came downstairs.

"Mrs. Horan, your husband is a very lucky man. Other than the head wound and concussion, he should be fine. He'll have a bad headache for a while, and will be sore all over for a few days, but this could have been much worse. The stitches will have to stay in for a few weeks. Understand, he's going to be very tired and will need to rest, but if he falls asleep, I want you to wake him every two hours to make sure he's all right. If you have trouble waking him, send for me right away. I'm afraid it's going to be a long night for you."

"I'll be fine, Doctor Feeney. I can't thank you enough for all you've done."

"Mrs. Horan, you should be thanking Captain Gregg. He did all the right things before I arrived."

"I know, we're blessed he was here when the accident happened."

"I'll be off for now, but I'll stop by tomorrow afternoon to check on the patient. Good evening everyone. Captain, if you ever consider changing careers, let me know."

The seaman chuckled, as the others said goodbye, and walked the doctor to his carriage.

"Doctor, are you sure about his condition?"

"Captain, there are no guarantees in medicine, but I believe Mr. Horan will make a complete recovery. I meant what I said; he was very lucky you were here when he fell."

"Thank you. I'm glad I was here too. Goodnight, and thank you for everything."

Daniel walked back to the house and joined the Reverend and Mrs. Farley in the front room. Marguerite had gone upstairs to check on James.

"I'd like to thank both of you for your help today. It made things easier for all of us."

"We're glad you thought to ask for our assistance," Reverend Farley told him. "Until Mr. Horan is back on his feet, we want to help in any way we can."

"Captain, what are your thoughts about tonight?" Sarah asked.

"I thought I'd spend the night on the sofa - in case Marguerite needs me to go for the doctor."

"Do you think that's wise? You know how some people in this town can be."

"What do you have in mind, Mrs. Farley?"

"Lucius and I were talking while you were outside. We think it makes more sense for me to spend the night here with the Horans. If something happens, I can run home to send Lucius for Doctor Feeney, and then come right back here to wait with Marguerite. There's nothing in that arrangement that could start tongues wagging."

"You may be right. Are you sure you're up for this? As Doctor Feeney explained, it's going to be a long night."

"I can handle it. It's the only option that makes sense."

"Captain, do you mind staying with the Horans while Sarah and I go home to pack a few things for her and have a bite to eat? We can be back here before it gets dark," Reverend Farley asked.

"I'll be glad to."

"Will you tell Mrs. Horan the plan? We don't want to bother her while she's with her husband," the Reverend asked, as they stood to leave.

"Of course. Thank you again for your help."

"There's no need, Captain," he assured him. "I'll bring Sarah over later. If you should need anything in the meantime, you know where we are."

XXXXX

The Horans supper was ready and packed in two baskets. Carolyn was writing a note for Claymore to let him know what happened, where they were, and that his dinner was in the warmer. When they told Candy and Jonathan what happened to Mr. Horan, they wanted to do something for him and quickly made him a card.

Martha had already started preparing the family's evening meal of fried chicken, jacket potatoes, green beans, cornbread, and cherry pie. She and Carolyn decided to make up a plate for Claymore and take the rest to the Horans. What the young couple didn't eat this evening, they could have tomorrow. When the Muirs returned from delivering the meal, they would have sandwiches and pie for dinner. Martha always made her cherry pies two at a time.

Gathering what they needed, Carolyn called the children, and they set off on the short walk to the Horan's house.

XXXXX

Marguerite left James long enough to go downstairs to get a pitcher of water and glasses to keep in the bedroom. Daniel was sitting in the front room with his legs stretched out and his eyes closed. Not wanting to disturb him, she did her best to be quiet, but he wasn't asleep and opened his eyes before she was able to walk past.

"How is he?"

"He's feeling foolish for falling, and when he's not angry at himself, he's apologizing to me for being a bother. He dozed off just before I came downstairs."

"That sounds like him." Daniel said as he stood. "By the way, Mrs. Farley is going to spend the night with you. She and the Reverend went home to eat dinner and pick up a few things for her. They'll be back before it gets dark."

"Daniel, I don't need Sarah to spend the night."

"It's either Mrs. Farley, or me. Take your pick," he smiled at her.

"Really, we don't need help. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of James."

"Marguerite, no one is questioning that, but you do need someone else here – at least overnight. More than likely, you won't need help, but on the off chance you're unable to wake James, how would you get word to Doctor Feeney?"

"Oh . . . I see your point."

"Thank you. Also, the Muirs are bringing dinner. I imagine they'll be here before too long."

"You all are just too much," his friend's wife smiled with tears in her eyes.

"Come now, we're not doing anything you and James wouldn't do for any of us."

"I know, it just means so much to us both," she said, finally letting the strong facade she'd put up all afternoon crumble.

The Captain put his arms around Marguerite and let her cry. After a few minutes, she stepped away as she tried to get ahold of her emotions.

"My dear, James is going to be fine," he said softly.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. I don't know what came over me."

"You don't have to apologize. You've been through a harrowing experience today and handled it better than most men I know. I'd be concerned if you didn't let it out some way."

She wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, and smiled at him.

"You really are something special, Daniel Gregg. Thank you for everything. I don't know what we'd have done without you."

A rap on the front door caused Daniel to hesitate before replying.

"My dear, know I am here for you both, whenever you need me," he said and kissed her forehead. As he went to answer the door, Marguerite hurried upstairs to pull herself together.

Mrs. Muir, Martha, and the children were on the porch, their arms loaded down with dinner for the Horans.

"Hello Captain. How is Mr. Horan?" Carolyn asked quietly, as Daniel let them.

"He's going to be fine. He fell off the porch roof while he was putting down shingles. We don't know how it happened, and he doesn't remember. When he landed, he hit his head, which required stitches to close the wound. As you would expect, he has a concussion and a terrible headache, but aside from that, he should be all right."

"We're so glad to hear that. Martha fixed dinner for them. The last thing Marguerite needs to worry about is preparing meals right now."

Daniel smiled at both women and looked at the children.

"You two are unusually quiet."

"Mom and Martha asked us to be on our very best 'quiet' behavior so we don't disturb Mr. Horan," Candy explained softly, taking her mother's lead.

"You're both doing a fine job."

"Captain, where would you like me to put the food?"

"Martha, the galley is through here," Daniel said taking the basket Carolyn had been carrying and leading the way. Putting it on the table, he asked, "Is here anything I can help you with?"

"No. I'll take care of everything."

Marguerite came down the stairs as the Captain returned to the front room.

"Carolyn, thank you so much for thinking of us. We appreciate the kindness," she said, hugging her.

"The Captain filled us in on Mr. Horan's condition, we're so glad to hear he's going to be all right. Now, how are you holding up?" she asked, looking directly at her.

"I'm fine – for the most part," Marguerite replied.

Carolyn could tell by her eyes, the poor women was emotionally exhausted and holding on by a thread.

Candy and Jonathan came over, and waited to be acknowledged.

"Hello children," Marguerite smiled at them.

"Mrs. Horan, we're sorry Mr. Horan was hurt," Candy said.

"Yeah, we're glad he's gonna be okay," Jonathan added.

"We made a card for him," they said, handing it to her.

"Thank you. This is very thoughtful of you. I know Mr. Horan will appreciate it very much," Marguerite said as tears came to her eyes.

"Candy, Jonathan, why don't we go outside?" the Captain suggested, seeing Marguerite's distress.

"Okay."

Daniel led the children out, so the women could have time to themselves.

Marguerite blinked away the tears and smiled at Carolyn.

Martha came into the room and could see that the young woman's emotions were raw.

"Mrs. Horan, can you come in here for a moment?"

"Certainly, Mrs. Grant."

She followed her into the kitchen, and the older woman worked her magic by keeping her busy explaining what was left to do with dinner.

Carolyn smiled at how deftly Martha gave Marguerite something else to think about. Remembering how small the kitchen was and, knowing her friend was in capable hands, she went outside to see what the Captain and children were up to.

XXXXX

Daniel put Candy and Jonathan to work picking up scrap wood from around the work sight. He poured water on the last step to wash away his friend's blood, and the rest where James had been sick. He was just finishing when Carolyn came outside. He left the bucket next to the step and joined her on the porch.

"Mrs. Muir, thank you for bringing dinner. I don't think Marguerite would have given any thought to eating if you hadn't."

"We want to help any way we can."

"I know you do. It means a lot to Marguerite and James – and to me," he said breaking eye contact.

"How are you? This couldn't have been easy for you."

"I'm fine. I'm just glad I was here. I was leaving to clean up, before calling on you, when he fell. I'm sorry I stood you up."

Carolyn smiled.

"I forgive you this time, but don't make a habit of it."

"It would take something like this to keep me from spending time with you. Well, this and oversleeping," he returned her smile.

"I'd forgotten about that. Maybe this is becoming a habit," she teased.

He gave her an odd look.

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure what tomorrow will bring for James. We should probably reschedule dinner at the house."

"I understand." Carolyn wasn't surprised by his concern for his friend.

"Mrs. Muir, I want to be available if I'm needed."

"Mr. Horan should be your main concern right now."

"I'll make it up to you, once things settle down."

"You know I'll hold you to that."

"You won't have to," he said seriously.

Candy and Jonathan finished picking up the scrap wood and were just joining their mother and the Captain, when the Farleys returned. Everyone exchanged greetings. When Jonathan noticed Mrs. Farley's bag, he asked what it was for.

"Jonathan, that's none of your business," his mother reminded him.

"Carolyn, he's fine," she told her friend. "I'm going to spend the night with the Horans in case someone is needed to get Doctor Feeney in the middle of the night."

"Oh, okay," Jonathan said, satisfied with the explanation.

"Captain, has anything changed since we left?"

"No, Reverend. Marguerite spent most of her time upstairs until James fell asleep. The Muirs arrived a short time ago, and Martha's inside with her now."

"I'll just take this in then," Sarah said, as she started up the steps.

"Sarah, if you don't mind, I'll come with you," Carolyn called after her.

"Not at all."

The two women went into the house and left the men outside with Candy and Jonathan.

"Children, would you mind taking this bucket back to the well in the backyard? You can't miss it."

"Sure! Come on Jonathan," Candy said taking the lead.

"Reverend, I'd like you to keep Bonhomme tonight. If you should need to go for Doctor Feeney, you'll be able to travel much faster."

"Thank you. I will, but I'm prayerfully hopeful that won't be necessary." Looking at the concern on the seaman's face, the Reverend added, "Captain, Mr. Horan will be fine."

"I'm sure you're right, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared."

"No, it doesn't. Are you sure you won't need your horse to get home?"

"No, I've walked home many times. I'll have no trouble making my way in the dark."

XXXXX

Martha achieved what she'd set out to do. Mrs. Horan seemed more relaxed and at ease, when Carolyn and Sarah came into the house.

"Sarah, thank you for giving up your time for us. Let me show you to your room. That will give me a chance to look in on James. Ladies, if you'll excuse us."

As they went upstairs, Carolyn looked over at her friend.

"Thank you, Martha. You are a wonder."

"It was nothing Mrs. Muir. She just needed to focus on something else for a little while. She'll be fine."

"Thanks to you."

"No. She'd have been able to do it on her own. I just provided the distraction to do it more quickly."

"When they come down, we should be going. I don't want to be a nuisance, and I'm sure the Horans would appreciate some normalcy after the day they've had."

"You're right. Are the children behaving?"

"Yes. The Captain put them to work picking up wood scraps. It made them feel useful and let them burn off energy at the same time."

"Thank goodness. I wish I had the energy they do," Martha chuckled.

"I know exactly what you mean," Carolyn agreed.

The back door opened and the children came in with the Captain and Reverend Farley. Daniel didn't want to track in any of the dirt they may have picked up working in the yard and asked the children to stay in the galley.

They were all talking quietly when Marguerite and Sarah came downstairs. Seeing his wife, Reverend Farley made the move to leave.

"Sarah, I'll be going home now. I've got to finish my sermon for tomorrow, and work on my notes for the conference next week. Mrs. Horan, if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know."

"Thank you, Reverend, and thank you for everything you did for us today," Marguerite said.

"Lucius, I'll walk out with you," Sarah said, making her way through the crowded room to go out the back way.

"Daniel, would you mind going up to see James? He's asked to see you before you leave," Marguerite asked.

"Of course not."

"Marguerite, we should be going too," Carolyn added.

"Mrs. Muir, would you mind waiting until I come back down? I would be honored if you would allow me to escort you and your family home."

"Thank you, Captain. We'd be happy to wait," Martha said answering for Carolyn.

He smiled at both women, and made his way through the front room to go upstairs.

XXXXX

James was lying in bed with his eyes closed when Daniel knocked softly as he entered. Hearing someone come into the room, the patient opened his eyes.

"You're looking a bit better. How do you feel?" the Captain asked.

"Except for this throbbing headache, I think I'm okay," he replied. "Sir, thank you for what you did for us today. I don't know what Marguerite would have done without you."

"James, your wife is an amazing woman. This afternoon, she proved herself to be strong and level headed in a crisis. You would have been proud of the way she kept her composure. You're a lucky man."

"I've known that since I first met her. I'm thankful for her every day."

"Maybe you're smarter than I thought," Daniel teased, before turning serious. "Now, you know the next twenty four to forty eight hours are going to be hard on you both. Marguerite is going to be checking on you every two hours, and that includes waking you when you're asleep. You'd better treat her right and not get annoyed. She'll be doing it for you own good – so behave."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm getting ready to leave. Is there anything I can get you before I do?"

"No, sir. Marguerite is taking good care of me, and I understand Mrs. Muir and Mrs. Grant brought dinner. Please thank them both, and the children too. The card was very thoughtful."

"I will. I'll stop by in the morning to look in on you before services. If there's anything you need, or need me to do, you can let me know then."

"Thank you, sir. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, James."

XXXXX

The women were talking together on the couch when Daniel came downstairs. The children were at the kitchen table entertaining themselves playing a game of Old Maid with a deck of cards Marguerite had given them.

"Marguerite, is there anything I can do for you before I leave?" he asked.

"No, Daniel. I think we have everything we need at the moment, but thank you."

"If you think of anything, you can let me know tomorrow. I'll stop by on the way to services."

"I will."

"Mrs. Muir are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes. I'll just get Candy and Jonathan."

"Carolyn, you don't need to do that. Let them finish their game. It shouldn't take long, and they've been so good," Marguerite told her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. That will give me time to thank you and Martha for dinner. We appreciate you bringing it over."

"You're welcome. If there's anything you need, and if the Captain doesn't mind, you could tell him in the morning, and he can let us know at church," Carolyn offered.

"And don't forget, we'll provide Monday's supper too," Martha added.

"Ladies, please feel free to use me in any capacity necessary," Daniel offered.

"Thank you," Marguerite said. "Thank you all. You've been so kind."

The sound of the card game coming to an end reached the living room. Candy was celebrating by teasing Jonathan for ending up the 'Old Maid.'

"I think that's our cue," their mother said.

"Carolyn, I hope you and the family enjoy your day at Gull Cottage tomorrow. It should be a beautiful day," Marguerite told her.

"Thank you, but we're going to reschedule."

"But why?"

Carolyn and Daniel looked at one another, but neither answered.

Marguerite put her hands on her hips and looked sternly at the Captain.

"Daniel Gregg, you are not canceling your plans because of us, are you?"

"I want to be available if you should need me."

"Don't be ridiculous. James is going to be fine," she argued.

"And if something does come up, I'll be here to go for help," Sarah added. "I'll be available all week if they need me, at least until Thursday when we leave for the conference."

"Then it's settled," Marguerite smiled. "Daniel can stop by tomorrow morning to confirm all is well, go on to services, and then spend the day with the Muirs at Gull Cottage."

Daniel looked at Marguerite in disbelief.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Daniel. I'm sure. We'll be fine."

XXXXX

The walk home was uneventful and, after the day he'd had, the Captain was grateful. Martha was walking with Candy and Jonathan who talked quietly together. They sensed the time was not right to bombard the Captain with questions about anything.

Carolyn and Daniel shared their own quiet conversation. Realizing he was still in the clothes he'd been in all day, he redirected the conversation.

"Mrs. Muir, please forgive my appearance. I'm not dressed properly to escort you and your family."

"Captain, don't be silly. We don't care what you look like. We're just happy Mr. Horan wasn't more seriously injured, and you are here with us now."

"Madam, I am never silly."

"Would you prefer ridiculous?" she asked. "The last thing you should be concerning yourself with is your appearance. I really don't care how bedraggled you look. You honor us by escorting us home after the afternoon you've had, and we are happy to be in your company."

"Thank you, but can we keep words like silly and ridiculous to a minimum?"

"That, sir, is totally up to you," she smiled at him.

Before they knew it, they were walking up to Claymore's house.

"Captain, would you care to join us for a bite to eat? It's only sandwiches and pie, but it's something," Martha asked him.

"No, thank you, Martha. I'm not really hungry, and I'd like to get home before it gets too dark."

"That's probably a good idea. Children, let's get you washed up for dinner. Captain, we'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Martha. Goodnight, children."

Candy and Jonathan returned his good wishes and followed Martha into the house.

"Mrs. Muir, thank you for everything today."

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did. Your mere presence has a calming effect, and I am grateful."

"If I helped you today, I'm glad."

"Today and every day, dear lady," he said softly.

"Captain Gregg!"

Daniel and Carolyn turned to see Claymore coming up the walk.

"Good evening, Claymore," he replied.

"Is this how you dress to call on my niece? What are you thinking man?"

"Uncle, it's a long story. Why don't you go in and read the note we left for you. Martha and I will fill in anything else you need to know," Carolyn said opening the door for him.

"Oh, all right, but it better be good."

"I really should be going," Daniel said quietly as the front door closed behind Claymore. "Mrs. Muir. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to spending tomorrow with you and your family . . . well . . . most of your family," he said giving her a crooked smile as he took her hand.

The smile she gave him erased most of the exhaustion he was feeling, and he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"Goodnight, dear lady. Until tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Captain," she replied before going into the house. When she closed the door, she rested against it, closed her eyes, and sighed.

XXXXX

After the family finished supper, and the children had gone to bed, the adults retired to the living room. It had been quite an eventful day, and even though Carolyn had considered going to bed early, she wanted to talk with her uncle first. With Mr. Horan's accident, she had pushed the incident in the park with Sean Callahan to the back of her mind, but now that they were home, her concern was front and center again. She was curious to know if Claymore knew the man, and if he did, what he thought of him. She considered asking him outright, but decided to ease her way into the topic with casual conversation first.

When they were busy with their tasks – Claymore smoking his pipe, Martha knitting, and Carolyn taking up her sewing – she asked him about what he'd accomplished in the office today. He droned on and on about business for a while before she was able to change the subject to their plans for tomorrow. Since the Captain had made arrangements to get a carriage to take them up to Gull Cottage, her uncle agreed to join them for services. Those plans confirmed, she saw her opening.

"Uncle we met several people in town today."

"Oh, who did you meet?"

"This morning, I met a 'Mrs. Shoemaker' in the general store."

"Ah, yes. Her husband is an important client of mine. HE is very professional and fair – she is something else altogether. I've had to deal with her on several occasions. I hate to see her walk in the office on an errand, purportedly for him. It usually means she's the one who wants something, and she has an uncanny knack for saying one thing, when you know she means just the opposite. She won't hesitate to make threats to get her way."

"I only spoke to her for a moment, but that was the impression I got too," Carolyn replied. "The children and I also met a man who looked like he could be a relative of Captain Gregg's. Uncle, do you know someone named Sean Callahan?"

Claymore looked up, and the expression on his face was one of bewilderment and fear.

"Oh? Where did you meet him?" he said looking away from her.

"In the park this afternoon. Candy and Jonathan saw him from a distance, thought he was the Captain, and ran over to greet him. I went to retrieve them."

When he didn't comment, she looked at him intently.

"Do you know him, Uncle?"

"What?" he asked distractedly. "Oh, I, ah, I did some business with him a long time ago, but nothing recent. I haven't seen him in years."

Exasperated that he wasn't more forthcoming, Carolyn finally just asked.

"Uncle, did you have an opinion of the man?"

"I only knew him through our business transaction. Anything else I might have heard was gossip."

"What did you hear?"

"Carolyn, it was gossip, and even if it weren't, it's not something that can be discussed in mixed company."

"Uncle, is the man dangerous? Is he a threat to any of us?!" she raised her voice.

"I-I-I-I'm not sure. Maybe."

"MAYBE?!" Carolyn and Martha replied together.

"Well, I, ah, I don't know – for sure, but probably."

"Probably?!" Carolyn responded, shaking her head. "Do you have any suggestions as to what we should do?"

"Ah . . . no."

Both women looked like they would explode any minute and, seeing the anger on their faces, Claymore tried again.

"B-but, I-I-I-I'll think about it."

"Well, thank you for that," Carolyn remarked, as she stood up. "It's been a long day. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Uncle."

"I'll turn in too," Martha said, rising from the couch. "Goodnight, Claymore."

"Goodnight," the rattled man answered.

The women left the room and walked down the hall together, stopping at Martha's door.

"He was a big help," Martha said in disgust. "Not that I'm surprised."

"I'm sorry, Martha. He really is no help at all."

"Mrs. Muir, based on everyone's reaction to that man, do you think we should take precautions?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure what," she said, then paused as she considered if she should share what she was thinking. She wasn't sure what her friend would think of her idea but plunged in anyway.

"Martha, I'd like to ask the Captain what he thinks. I trust him to give us sound advice. I'd planned on bringing it up with him this afternoon, but it didn't seem appropriate after Mr. Horan's accident. What do you think?"

"I think it's a good idea. We obviously aren't going to get any help from Claymore. If anyone knows what should be done, it would be the Captain."