. The sea fairies . must get back to work. What work do you do? Capn Bill asked. I sew buttons on Zogs clothes. Every time he gets madhe busts his buttons off, an I have to sew em on again. Ashes mad most o the time, it keeps me busy. I 11 see you again, wont I, Joe? said Capn Bill. No reason why you should nt—if you manage to keepalive, said Capn Joe. But you must nt forget, Bill, thatZog has his grip on you, an I ve never known anything toescape him yet. Saying this the old sailor began to stump toward the door,but tripped his foot against his wooden leg and gave a swiftdive forward. He woul
. The sea fairies . must get back to work. What work do you do? Capn Bill asked. I sew buttons on Zogs clothes. Every time he gets madhe busts his buttons off, an I have to sew em on again. Ashes mad most o the time, it keeps me busy. I 11 see you again, wont I, Joe? said Capn Bill. No reason why you should nt—if you manage to keepalive, said Capn Joe. But you must nt forget, Bill, thatZog has his grip on you, an I ve never known anything toescape him yet. Saying this the old sailor began to stump toward the door,but tripped his foot against his wooden leg and gave a swiftdive forward. He would have fallen flat had he not grabbedthe drapery at the doorway, and saved himself by holdingfast to it with both hands. Even then he rolled and twistedso awkwardly before he could get upon his legs that Trot hadto laugh outright at his antics. This hickry leg, said Capn Joe, is so blamed lightthat it always wants to float. Agga-Groo, the goldworker,has promised me a gold leg, that will stay down; but he never 160. The Sea Fairies has time to make it. You re mighty lucky, Bill, to have amermans tail, instead o legs. I guess I am, Joe, replied Bill; for in such a wet coun-try the fishes have the best of it. But I aint sure I d like thissort o thing always. Think o the money you d make in a side show, saidCapn Joe, with his funny chuckling laugh. Then he poundedhis wooden leg against the hard floor, and managed to hobblefrom the room without more accidents. When he had gone, Trot said: Are nt you glad to find your brother again, Capn Bill? Why, so-so, replied the sailor. I dont know muchabout Joe, seein as we have nt met before for many a longyear; an all I remember about our boyhood days is that we fitan pulled hair most o the time. But what worries me most isJoes lookin so much like me myself—wooden leg an you think its rather cheeky an unbrotherly, Trot? Perhaps he cant help it, suggested the child. And,anyhow, he 11 never be able to live on land again. No, said C
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