"A fit and fa-vor-able wind
To further us provide;
And let it wait on us behind,
Or lackey by our side;
From sudden gusts, from storms, from sands,
And from the raging wave;
From shallows, rocks, and pirates' hands,
Men, goods, and vessel save."

In Brewster time was going very smoothly with Anne. The Freemans were
kind and pleasant people, and the big house was filled with many things
of interest to a little girl. First of all there was black Hepsibah, a
black woman whom Captain Freeman had brought, with her brother Josephus,
from Cuba when they were small children. They had grown up in the
Freeman household, and were valued friends and servants. Anne liked to
hear Hepsibah laugh, and the negro woman's skirts were as stiffly
starched as those of Mrs. Freeman herself, who had taught Hepsibah, and
trained her to become an excellent housekeeper.

On the high mantelpiece in the dining-room were great branches of
white coral, brought from the South Seas; on each side of the front
door were huge pink shells. And in the funny little corner cupboard
were delicately tinted pink cups and saucers, and the mahogany table
was always set with a tall shining silver teapot, and a little fat
pitcher and bowls of silver, and the plates were covered with red
flowers and figures of queer people with sunshades. Rose told her that
these plates came all the way from China, a country on the other side
of the earth.

"When does your father say we shall start for Boston?" Anne asked, as
the two girls walked down the shady pleasant street that led to the
wharves. Anne was not a dull child, and she noticed that no word had
been said of Boston, and began to wonder if Mr. Freeman blamed her for
running away. "Perhaps your father thinks I am a wicked girl to have run
away," she added before Rose could answer.

"Oh, Anne, no indeed; nobody would think you wicked," Rose answered
promptly. "But father sent a letter to Captain Enos by Amos, and he
expects that the captain will get word to us to-day or to-morrow----"

"To say whether I may go or not?" interrupted Anne. "Oh, Rose!" and
there was a pleading note in the little girl's voice, "I do want to go
so much, and I do wonder and wonder why Amanda should have slapped me,
and why Aunt Martha should have punished me. I do wish I could hear Aunt
Martha say again that I was a good child, as she used often to do."

Rose clasped the little girl's h