If you could know that, it would help you a lot in making up your mind." "There is only one way to find that out," said Latimer; "that is to marry him.

I mean, of course," he corrected hastily, "to marry me." One day, when on their way to the cliff at the end of the wood road, the man who makes the Nantucket sailor and peddles him passed through the village; and Latimer bought the sailorman and carried him to their hiding-place.

There he fastened him to the lowest limb of one of the ancient pine-trees that helped to screen their hiding-place from the world.

The limb reached out free of the other branches, and the wind caught the sailorman fairly and spun him like a dancing dervish.

Then it tired of him, and went off to try to drown the Chapman boy, leaving the sailorman motionless with his arms outstretched, balancing in each hand a tiny oar and smiling happily.
"He has a friendly smile," said Helen; "I think he likes us." "He is on guard," Latimer explained.