. Donald and Dorothy . aintno use in it. I m an old sailor, but somehow I m skeeryas a lass to-night. I ve kind o lost my moorins. Lost what, Mr. Jack ? said Lydia, with a start. My moorins. It seems to me somehows that lad 11never come to land. Mercy on us, Jack ! cried Lydia, in dismay. Whaton earth makes you say a thing like that ? Cos I m lonesome. I m upsot, said Jack, risinggloomily, an thats all there is about it. An theresthat wall-eyed McSwiver — 352 DONALD AND DOROTHY. Mr. Jack, exclaimed Lydia, suddenly, youre nottalking plain and honest with me. Theres somethingelse on your mind. A
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. Donald and Dorothy . aintno use in it. I m an old sailor, but somehow I m skeeryas a lass to-night. I ve kind o lost my moorins. Lost what, Mr. Jack ? said Lydia, with a start. My moorins. It seems to me somehows that lad 11never come to land. Mercy on us, Jack ! cried Lydia, in dismay. Whaton earth makes you say a thing like that ? Cos I m lonesome. I m upsot, said Jack, risinggloomily, an thats all there is about it. An theresthat wall-eyed McSwiver — 352 DONALD AND DOROTHY. Mr. Jack, exclaimed Lydia, suddenly, youre nottalking plain and honest with me. Theres somethingelse on your mind. An so there is, Mistress Lydia ; an I may as well outwith it. Ken you pictur to yourself a craft tossed abouton the sea, with no capain nor compass nor steerin gearnor nothin, — the whole thing clean adrift, an no anchorto hold it from a-driftin furder ? Well, I m that craft.I want some one to tow me into smooth waters, and thensail alongside allers — somebody kind and sensible andgood. Xow do you take the idee ?. Lydia thought she did, but she was not quite sure; andas we cannot wait to hear the thrilling conversation thatfollowed, we will steal up stairs again, to hear the pleasant*good-night often repeated while Uncle, at the studydoor, waves his hand blithely to the pretty procession oftwo mounting to the sleeping-room above. Later, while the girls are whispering together in Dorryseosey corner, Mr. Eeed writes the long letter to Eben Slade, which tells him that he may now come on with legal A DAY OF JOY. 353 actions and his threats of exposure; that Mr. George isready to meet him in any court of law, and that his proofsare ready. Then at the last follows a magnanimous offerof help, which the baffled man will be glad to accept as hesneaks away to his Western home — there to lead, let ushope, a less unworthy life than of old. The letter is sealed. Now the lights are out. Mr. Jack, tranquil and happy, haing at last made Lydia take theidee to his satisfaction, has tip-toe