le than the speech of full-grown men.

Accordingly, as soon as Terry thought of this, he put it in practice.
He began by shaking hands once more, and then said to them, "Me
berry glad see you--me sposy you berry hundy. Polly want a cracker.
He sall hab penty mate den, so he sall. Did de naughty water boos um
den?"

But unfortunately this effort proved as much of a failure as the
other; so Terry was once more compolled to trust to his wits. Those
wits of his, being active, did not fail, indeed, to suggest many
ways, and of the best kind, by which he brought himself into
communication with his new friends. At the first repast he found this
out, and insisted upon passing everything to them with his own hands,
accompanying each friendly offer with an affectionate smile, which
went straight to the hearts of the forlorn and half-starved guests.
This was a language which was every way intelligible, the language of
universal humanity, in which the noblest precept is, to be kind to
enemies and to feed the hungry.

In addition to this, Terry also found out other ways of holding
communication with them, the chief of which was by the language of
song. Terry's irrepressible tendency to singing thus burst forth in
their presence, and after trolling out a few Irish melodies, he
succeeded in eliciting from them a sympathetic response in the shape
of some lively French songs. The result proved most delightful to all
concerned; and thereafter the muse of Ireland and the muse of France
kept up a perpetual antiphonal song, which beguiled many a tedious
hour.

While the various characters on board the schooner were thus entering
into communication with one another, Zac endeavored also to scrape an
acquaintance with one of the rescued party, who seemed to him to be
worth all the rest put together. This was Mimi's maid, Margot, a
beautiful little creature, full of life and spirit, and fit companion
for such a mistress as hers. The good little Margot was very
accessible, and had not failed to pour forth in language not very
intelligible her sense of gratitude to Zac. She had not forgotten
that it was Zac who had conveyed her in his strong arms from death to
life, and therefore persisted in regarding him not only as the
preserver of her own self, but as the real and only preserver of all
the others.

Margot had one advantage which was delightful to Zac; and that was,
she could speak a little English. She had once spent a year in
England