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SILVER SHOAL LIGHT
With much love, hopefully,
Elspeth.
The sight of Jim in "shore clothes" was so amazing and unwonted that it called forth much comment during half of breakfast time. A stiff, white collar, making his face look browner than ever, and a gray, pencil-striped suit were things so different from his usual attire as to make him seem quite another person.
"And such shiny shoes!" said Garth. "My town shoes aren't as shiny as that! And such a beautiful speckledy necktie!"
"I don't like to look at him," said Elspeth; "he's much nicer the other way. Why, even his hair is subdued by civilization. See how horrid and flat it is!"
"Wait until I come home this evening in an Admiral's uniform," said Jim; "then you'll be sorry."
"Will you really be an Admiral, Fogger?"