o have to
look to me for support."

"I hope you will have the strength, as I am sure you have the will, and
may God bless you, my lad," said Mr Tremayne, shaking him warmly by the
hand, for he was far more pleased with the few words Michael had uttered
than had he poured out his gratitude in measured language. As he and
the ladies proceeded up the pathway, Nelly ran into the cottage. She
soon again overtook them.

"Will you please, miss, take these small shells?" she said; "they are
little worth, I fear, but I have nothing else to give which you might
wish to accept, and they may put you in mind of this place, and those
who will pray for you and bless your father and mother as long as they
live."

Miss Tremayne, much pleased, thanked Nelly for her gift, and, assuring
her that she should never forget her or Michael and her granny, accepted
the gift.

It is scarcely necessary to say that Michael spent a considerable
portion of the remainder of the day examining his new boat over and over
again, blessing the donor in his heart, and thankful that he should now
be able to support Nelly and her granny.

Then the little family assembled in their sitting room, and offered up
their thanks to the merciful Being Who looked down upon them in their
distress.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

Michael Penguyne made ample use of his new boat. Nelly proposed that
she should be called the "Dove."

"You see she was sent to us when all around seemed so dark and gloomy,
just as the dove returned to Noah, to show that God had not forgotten
him."

"Then we will call her the `Dove'," said Michael; and the "Dove" from
henceforth became the name of Michael's new boat.

Early and late Michael was in his boat, though he took good care not to
be caught to leeward of his port again by a gale of wind. When ashore
he was employed mending his nets and refitting his boat's gear or his
fishing-lines. Never for a moment was he idle, for he always found
something which ought to be done; each rope's-end was pointed; his
rigging was never chafed; and the moment any service was wanted he put
it on.

Thus a couple of years passed by, Dame Lanreath and Nelly setting out
day after day to sell the fish or lobsters and crabs he caught, for
which they seldom failed to obtain a good price.

At length, however, he found that he could do better with a mate.

"I must get David Treloar, as I said some time ago," he observed to
Nelly. "He is twice as strong a