anger, but thanked him prettily as they separated.

"You are heartily welcome," he said; "but if you will take my advice you
will never go needlessly into such danger again."

With that he shook hands with her, bowed to Betty, and moved away.

"Will you go in and rest awhile, Lu?" asked Betty.

"No, thank you; I'm not tired; and I'd rather be close by the sea. Tell
me another of your stories, won't you? to help me forget how near I came
to falling."

Betty good-naturedly complied, but found Lulu a less interested listener
than before.

The "squantum" party were late in returning, and when they arrived Betty
and Lulu were in bed; but the door between the room where Lulu lay and
the parlor, or sitting-room, as it was indifferently called, was ajar,
and she could hear all that was said there.

"Where is Lulu?" her father asked of the maid-servant who had been left
behind.

"Gone to bed, sir," was the answer.

Then the captain stepped to the chamber door, pushed it wider open, and
came to the bedside.

Lulu pretended to be asleep, keeping her eyes tight shut, but all the
time feeling that he was standing there and looking down at her.

He sighed slightly, turned away, and went from the room; then she buried
her face in the pillows and cried softly but quite bitterly.

"He might have kissed me," she said to herself; "he would if he loved me
as much as he used to before he got married."

Then his sigh seemed to echo in her heart, and she grew remorseful over
the thought that her misconduct had grieved as well as displeased him.

And how much more grieved and displeased he would be if he knew how she
had disregarded his wishes and commands during his absence that day!

And soon he would be ordered away again, perhaps to the other side of
the world; in danger from the treacherous deep and maybe from savages,
too, in some of those far-away places where his vessel would touch; and
so the separation might be for years or forever in this world; and if
she continued to be the bad girl she could not help acknowledging to
herself she now was, how dared she hope to be with her Christian father
in another life? She had no doubt that he was a Christian; it was
evident from his daily walk and conversation; and she was equally
certain that she herself was not.

And what a kind, affectionate father he had always been to her; she grew
more and more remorseful as she thought of it; and if he had been beside
her at that mome