The mansion of their daughter and her husband was a hospitable place and a lively, but the life there was so wayward, erratic, and eccentric that it did not suit their sober lives and the education of their young daughter.

So they dwelt contentedly in the cottage at the head of the cove, and there was much rowing up and down the river.
* * * * * It was upon a fine morning that the ex-pirate Ichabod thus addressed a citizen of the town: "Yes, sir, I know well who once lived in the house I own.

I knew the man myself; I knew him at Belize.

He was a dastardly knave, and would have played false to the sun, the moon, and the stars had they shown him an opportunity, bedad.

But I also knew his daughter; she sailed on my ship for many days, and her presence blessed the very boards she trod on.