They had their moonrise , and watched its marvel and magic in a silence that asked nothing of the world or each other . Then they went up into the tower , and Captain Jim showed and explained the mechanism of the great light . Finally they found themselves in the dining room , where a fire of driftwood was weaving flames of wavering , elusive , sea-born hues in the open fireplace . `` I put this fireplace in myself , '' remarked Captain Jim . `` The Government do n't give lighthouse keepers such luxuries . Look at the colors that wood makes . If you 'd like some driftwood for your fire , Mistress Blythe , I 'll bring you up a load some day . Sit down . I 'm going to make you a cup of tea . '' Captain Jim placed a chair for Anne , having first removed therefrom a huge , orange-colored cat and a newspaper . `` Get down , Matey . The sofa is your place . I must put this paper away safe till I can find time to finish the story in it . It 's called A Mad Love . 'T is n't my favorite brand of fiction , but I 'm reading it jest to see how long she can spin it out . It 's at the sixty-second chapter now , and the wedding ai n't any nearer than when it begun , far 's I can see . When little Joe comes I have to read him pirate yarns . Ai n't it strange how innocent little creatures like children like the blood-thirstiest stories ? '' `` Like my lad Davy at home , '' said Anne . `` He wants tales that reek with gore . ''
Captain XXXXX 's tea proved to be nectar .
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