A CHAPTER OF HAPPENINGS For happiness with a flaw in it, it was a very fair happiness which now hung over the Delaplaine home near Spanish Town.

Kate Bonnet's father was still a pirate, but there was no Captain Vince in hot pursuit of him, seeking his blood.

Kate could sing with the birds and laugh with Dickory whenever she thought of the death of the wicked enemy.

This was not, it may be thought, a proper joy for a young maiden's heart, but it came to Kate whether she would or not; the change was so great from the fear which had possessed her before.
The old home life began again, although it was a very quiet life.
Dickory went into Mr.Delaplaine's counting-house, but it was hard for the young man to doff the naval uniform which had been bestowed upon him by Blackbeard, for he knew he looked very well in it, and everybody else thought so and told him so; but it could not be helped, and with all convenient speed he discarded his cocked hat and all the rest of it, and clothed himself in the simple garb of a merchant's clerk, although it might be said, that in all the West Indies, at that day, there was no clerk so good-looking as was Dickory.

Dame Charter was so thankful that her boy had come safely through all his troubles, so proud of him, and so eminently well satisfied with his present position, that she asked nothing of her particular guardian angel but that Stede Bonnet might stay away.