Sit down now, Minnie darling, and tell me all.

What about the American?
I won't express any more astonishment, no matter what I may feel." "But you mustn't _feel_ any astonishment," insisted Minnie.
"Well, darling, I won't," said her sister.
Minnie gave a sigh.
"It was last year, you know, in the spring.

Papa and I were going out to Montreal, to bring you home.

You remember ?" Mrs.Willoughby nodded, while a sad expression came over her face.
"And, you remember, the steamer was wrecked." "Yes." "But I never told you how my life was saved." "Why, yes, you did.

Didn't papa tell all about the heroic sailor who swam ashore with you?
how he was frantic about you, having been swept away by a wave from you?
and how he fainted away with joy when you were brought to him?
How can you suppose I would forget that?
And then how papa tried to find the noble sailor to reward him." "Oh yes," said Minnie, in a despondent tone.