The Magic Egg, and Other Stories
 "No, he didn't," answered the widow, for about the two hundred and fiftieth time, for there had been occasions when she thought Dorcas put this question inopportunely.  "He hated it, and he was drowned in it through trustin' a sailorman, which I never did nor shall. Do you really believe those men are comin' here?" 

 "Upon my word I do!" said Dorcas, and her opinion was correct. 

 The wagon drew up in front of Mrs. Ducket's little white house, and the two women sat rigidly, their hands in their laps, staring at the man who drove. 

 This was an elderly personage with whitish hair, and under his chin a thin whitish beard, which waved in the gentle breeze and gave Dorcas the idea that his head was filled with hair which was leaking out from below. 

 "Is this the Widow Ducket's?" inquired this elderly man, in a strong, penetrating voice. 

 "That's my name," said the widow, and laying her knitting on the bench beside her, she went to the gate. Dorcas also laid her knitting on the bench beside her and went to the gate. 

 "I was told," said the elderly man, "at a house we touched at about a quarter of a mile back, that the Widow Ducket's was the only house in this village where there was any chance of me and my mates getting a meal. We are four sailors, and we are making from the bay over to Cuppertown, and that's eight miles ahead yet, and we are all pretty sharp set for something to eat." 

 "This is the place," said the widow, "and I do give meals if there is enough in the house and everything comes handy." 

 "Does everything come handy to-day?" said he. 

 "It does," said she, "and you can hitch your horse and come in; but I haven't got anything for him." 

 "Oh, that's all right," said the man, "we brought along stores for him, so we'll just make fast and then come in." 

 The two women hurried into the house in a state of bustling preparation, for the furnishing of this meal meant one dollar in cash. 

 The four mariners, all elderly men, descended from the wagon, each one scrambling with alacrity over a different wheel. 

 A box of broken ship-biscuit was brought out and put on the ground in front of the horse, who immediately set 
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