O'Shea's mere presence had put much of the spiritual aspect of the case to flight, and he suddenly smarted under the realization that he had never put the question to her since she had known her danger--never put the request to her strongly at all.
"Come," said Josephine; "I am going home.

I am going to send all my girls to their own homes and get the house ready for my husband." O'Shea, with imperturbable countenance, pushed off his hat and scratched his head.
"I was thinking," he remarked casually, "that I'd jist send Mammy along with ye to Prince Edward." (Mammy was what he always called his wife.) "I am thinking he'll be real glad to see her, for she's a real respectable woman." "Who ?" asked Josephine, puzzled.
"Prince Edward, that owns the island," said O'Shea.

"And she's that down in the mouth, it's no comfort for me to have her; and she can take the baby and welcome.

It's a fair sea." He looked to the south as he spoke.
"I'd risk both her and the brat on it; and Skipper Pierre is getting ready to take the boat across the ice." Caius saw that resolution had fled from Josephine.

She too looked at the calm blue southern sea, and agonized longing came into her eyes.