Be good until the end.
If I die, bury me where he will never hear of my death nor look upon my grave.

If I live, take me back to New York--I have friends there--and don't let him know whether I am living or dead." "I'll do it! It's a go! I owe him one for that kicking, and, by Jove! here's a chance to pay him.

Jest you keep up heart and get well, and we'll take you to New York in the 'Angelina Dobbs,' and nobody be the wiser." Mr.Parmalee kept his word.

They lay aboard the vessel while loading at Southampton, and a surgeon was in daily attendance upon the sick girl.
"You fetch her round," said Mr.Parmalee.

"She's the skipper's only daughter--this 'ere craft, the 'Angelina Dobbs,' is named after her--and he'll foot the bill like a lud." The surgeon did his best, and was liberally paid out of the three hundred pounds which Mrs.Denover had found in the bosom of Harriet's dress.