ship anchored there, and said to one another in whispers,
"Look! That was a pirate-ship—Ben Ali's—the most terrible pirate that ever sailed the Seven Seas! That old gentleman with the high hat, who's staying up at Mrs. Trevelyan's, he took the ship away from The Barbary Dragon—and made him into a farmer. Who'd have thought it of him—him so gentle-like and all! … Look at the great red sails! Ain't she the wicked-looking ship—and fast?—My!"
All those two days and a half that the Doctor stayed at the little fishing-town the people kept asking him out to teas and luncheons and dinners and parties; all the ladies sent him boxes of flowers and candies; and the village-band played tunes under his window every night.
At last the Doctor said,
"Good people, I must go home now. You have really been most kind. I shall always remember it. But I must go home—for I have things to do."
Then, just as the Doctor was about to leave, the Mayor of the town came down the street
