I'm thankin' you.

My name's Harrigan." She opened the door for him.
"If you wish to have that dressing changed, ask for Miss Malone." "Ah-h!" said Harrigan.

"Malone!" She explained coldly: "I'm Scotch, not Irish." "Scotch or Irish," said Harrigan, and his head tilted back as it always did when he was excited.

"You're afther bein' a real shport, Miss Malone!" "Miss Malone," she repeated, closing the door after him, and vainly attempting to imitate the thrill which he gave to the word.

"What a man!" She smiled for a moment into space and then pulled the cord for the cabin boy..