"Kind of nutty taste they've got, I reckon. I
belong to eat them most days."
Mark acquired the habit and agreed with Cass that the blossoms were
delicious.
"Only you don't want to go eating everything you see," Cass warned him.
"I reckon you'd better always ask me before you eat anything. But furze
flowers is all right. I've eaten thousands. Next Friday's Good Friday."
"I know," said Mark reverently.
"We belong to get limpets every Good Friday. Are you coming with me?"
"Won't I be in church?" Mark inquired with memories of Good Friday in
Lima Street.
"Yes, I suppose they'll have some sort of a meeting down Church," said
Cass. "But you can come afterward. I'll wait for 'ee in Dollar Cove.
That's the next cove to Church Cove on the other side of the Castle
Cliff, and there's some handsome cave there. Years ago my granfa knawed
a chap who saw a mermaid combing out her hair in Dollar Cove. But
there's no mermaids been seen lately round these parts. My father says
he reckons since they scat up the apple orchards and give over drinking
cider they won't see no more mermaids to Nancepean. Have you signed the
pledge?"
"What's that?" Mark asked.
"My gosh, don't you know what the pledge is? Why, that's when you put a
blue ribbon in your buttonhole and swear you won't drink nothing all
your days.
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