"You're on deck again, hey? How's
icicles?"
"All gone," was the reply. "Do you
do your own work? Can't I help? 1
can set the table. I used to for Mrs.
Oliver."
The captain protested that he could
do it himself just as well but, the girl,
protesting, .he showed her where the
dishes were kept Prom the corner of
his eye he wfrtched her as she unfold,
ed the tablecloth.
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ought to. I'll lose my job if 1 don't
look out hey?"
4
Before they sat down to the meal
Captain Cy insisted that his guest
take a tablespoonful of. the sarsapa
rilla and decorate her throat with a
section of red flannel soaked in the
"Arabian balsam."
MHaye
some soup? Some I bought
purpose for you. Best thing goin' for
folks with icicles," remarked the cap
tain, waving the iron spoon he had
used to stir the contents of the sauce
pan.
"Yes, sir, thank you.' But don't you
ask a blessing?"
"Hey?"
"A blessing, you know—say'ng that
you're thankful for the food now set
before us."
'*Hum! Why, to tell you-the truth
I've kind of neglected that,J'm afraid.
Bein' thankful for the grub I've had
lately was most too much of a strain,
I shouldn't wonder."
"I know the one mamma used to say.
Shall 1 ask it for you?"
"Sho! I guess so if you want to."
The girl bent her head and repeated
a short grace. Captain Cy watched
her curiously.
"Now I'll have some soup, please,"
observed Emily. "I'm awful hungry.
