ng.

Cousin Chilian came for her. He had found she preferred it.

"Oh, Cousin Chilian, I've had such a funny adventure. Perhaps you can
recall the little boy I really hated that week I went to the dame's
school. Well, he is a nice big fellow now, and we had a talk, and he
has been to Calcutta and seen people who knew father. I want him to come
so we can have a good long talk, and won't you ask him? You'll like him,
I know. I'll find him and bring him to you, and you can ask him to come
while I'm putting on my things."

She hunted him up and he was very pleased to meet Mr. Leverett. She gave
them quite a while, for she was chatting with the girls about some
weddings on the tapis.

She gave Mr. Marsh her hand and a smile that would have set almost any
masculine heart beating. It must have been born with her, though it was
pitifully appealing in the childhood days. Now the true, sweet nature
shone through it, lending it a fascinating radiance.

Mr. Leverett said he should be glad to have him call while he was in
port, and the young man thanked him and said he should give himself the
pleasure.

"And when he does come," said the little lady in her half-coaxing,
half-imperious way, "can't we have him up in the study? You see, it does
very well for half a dozen of us to be down in the parlor, but it gets
kind of stiff and not cheerful with just one. And you'll like to talk to
him."

He assented readily. Ben always came up in the study, though now he
would rather have been alone with Cynthia. There were some things he
meant to say, if he ever had a chance, in spite of youth and
guardianship.

Mr. Marsh did not lose much time considering. The very next week he
called.

They found him a nice, agreeable, well-informed young man, a true sailor
lad, and like many a Yankee boy, he kept adding to his stock of
knowledge where-ever he went. He had drawn some useful charts of
seaports and islands he knew about, their products and climates, and
really his descriptions were as good as a geography.

"There's no doubt Salem has the lead in the foreign trade, but we're
going to be pushed hard the next few years. Other cities have found out
the profit in it. But we've some of the best captains, and that's what I
mean to be myself."

At Calcutta they still held a warm remembrance of Captain Anthony
Leverett. And Marsh thought it quite a wonderful thing that the little
girl had gone back and forth and braved all the perils. He tol