CHAPTER VII

I FIND SHEPHERD’S ISLAND MY queer encounter with my employer did not, luckily, hinder my sleep: I went to bed, and knew nothing more until Julia brought me a cup of tea at seven o’clock. It was long after my usual time for rising, and I felt almost panicky as I glanced at my watch. “Oh, Julia, I’m awfully late!” I said ruefully. “Why didn’t you call me before?” “Is it me to be callin’ you?” was Julia’s inquiry. “Sure, it’s glad I am to see you taking a bit of a rest. I dunno why would you always want to be leppin’ …