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She
hesitated
and
looked
at
Hathaway
as
if
for
instructions
and
then
smiled
.
"
Of
course
,
Captain
Wilder
!
"
"
I
remember
,
we
had
dinner
together
the
night
before
I
took
off
for
Jupiter
,
Mrs
.
Hathaway
.
"
She
shook
his
hand
vigorously
.
"
My
daughters
,
Marguerite
and
Susan
.
My
son
,
John
.
You
remember
the
captain
,
surely
?
"
Hands
were
shaken
amid
laughter
and
much
talk
.
Captain
Wilder
sniffed
the
air
.
"
Is
that
gingerbread
?
"
"
Will
you
have
some
?
"
Everyone
moved
.
Folding
tables
were
hurried
out
while
hot
foods
were
rushed
forth
and
plates
and
fine
damask
napkins
and
good
silverware
were
laid
.
Captain
Wilder
stood
looking
first
at
Mrs
.
Hathaway
and
then
at
her
son
and
her
two
tall
,
quiet
-
moving
daughters
.
He
looked
into
their
faces
as
they
darted
past
and
he
followed
every
move
of
their
youthful
hands
and
every
expression
of
their
wrinkleless
faces
.
He
sat
upon
a
chair
the
son
brought
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
John
?
"
The
son
replied
,
"
Twenty
-
three
.
"
Wilder
shifted
his
silverware
clumsily
.
His
face
was
suddenly
pale
.
The
man
next
to
him
whispered
,
"
Captain
Wilder
,
that
can
’
t
be
right
.
"
