So the captain said, being on his legs,—
"What might she be making now?"
"What is Margaret making, Kitty?" asked the young fisherman,—with one of his arms apparently mislaid somewhere.
As Kitty only blushed in reply, the captain doubled himself up as far as he could, standing, and said, with a slap of his leg,—
"In my country we should call it wedding-clothes. Fact! We should, I do assure you."
But it seemed to strike the captain in another light too; for his laugh was not a long one, and he added, in quite a gentle tone,—
"And it′s very pretty, my dear, to see her—poor young thing, with her fatherless child upon her bosom—giving up her thoughts to your home and your happiness. It′s very pretty, my dear, and it′s very good. May your marriage be more prosperous than hers, and be a comfort to her too. May the blessed sun see you all happy together, in possession of the good name, long after I have done ploughing the great salt field that is never sown!"
Kitty answered very earnestly, "O! Thank you, sir, with all my heart!" And, in her loving little way, kissed her hand to him, and possibly by implication to the young fisherman, too, as the latter held the parlour- door open for the captain to pass out.
CHAPTER II - THE MONEY
"The stairs are very narrow, sir," said Alfred Raybrock to Captain Jorgan.
"Like my cabin-stairs," returned the captain, "on many a voyage."
"And they are rather inconvenient for the head."
"If my head can′t take care of itself by this time, after all the knocking about the world it has had," replied the captain, as unconcernedly as if he had no connection with it, "it′s not worth looking after."
Thus they came into the young fisherman′s bedroom, which was as perfectly neat and clean as the shop and parlour below; though it was but a little place, with a sliding window, and a phrenological ceiling expressive of all the peculiarities of the house-roof. Here the captain sat down on the foot of the bed, and glancing at a dreadful libel on Kitty which ornamented the wall,—the production of some wandering limner, whom the captain secretly admired as having studied portraiture from the figure- heads of ships,—motioned to the young man to take the rush-chair on the other side of the small round table. That done, the captain put his hand in the deep breast-pocket of his long-skirted blue coat, and took out of it a strong square case-bottle,—not a large bottle, but such as may be seen in any ordinary ship′s medicine-chest. Setting this bottle on the table without removing his hand from it, Captain Jorgan then spake as follows:—
"In my last voyage homeward-bound," said the captain, "and that′s the voyage off of which I now come straight, I encountered such weather off the Horn as is not very often met with, even there. I have rounded that stormy Cape pretty often, and I believe I first beat about there in the identical storms that blew the Devil′s horns and tail off, and led to the horns being worked up into tooth-picks for the plantation overseers in my country, who may be seen (if you travel down South, or away West, fur enough) picking their teeth with ′em, while the whips, made of the tail, flog hard. In this last voyage, homeward-bound for Liverpool from South America, I say to you, my young friend, it blew.
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