For what if he came and found me away?
He would say it was an odd fashion of mourning for him.

And I could not do without the window, you know.

I can watch all the brigs come in; and I can smell the shipping smell that I have loved all the days of my life; and I can see the lads heaving, and climbing, and furling, and mending their bits of canvas, and hauling their flags up and down.

And then who can say ?--the sea never took him, I think--I think I shall hear his voice before I die.

For they do say that God is good." Bebee, sweeping very noiselessly, listened, and her eyes grew wistful and wondering.