Shirley said she would remain on deck a little longer.

She was tired of walking, so when her aunt left them she took her chair and told Jefferson to get another.

He wanted nothing better, but before seating himself he took the rugs and wrapped Shirley up with all the solicitude of a mother caring for her first born.

Arranging the pillow under her head, he asked: "Is that comfortable ?" She nodded, smiling at him.
"You're a good boy, Jeff.

But you'll spoil me." "Nonsense," he stammered as he took another chair and put himself by her side.