pathy even from Pamela; and this also was why, in despairing of
gaining it, she bent herself to her unthankful labor again, and patched
and darned until the tide had swept back again under the curtain of fog,
and there was no more light, even for the stern taskmaster, poverty.

The silence was effectually broken in upon after this. As soon as the
street lamps began to twinkle in the murkiness outside, the boys made
their appearance--Ralph, and Arthur, and Jack, all hungry, and
dishevelled, and of course, all in an uproar. They had dug a cave on the
shore, and played smugglers all the evening; and one fellow had brought
out a real cutlass and a real pistol, that belonged to his father, and
they had played fighting the coast-guard, and they were as hungry as the
dickens now; and was tea ready, and wouldn't Pam let them have some
strawberry-jam?

Pamela laid her work aside, and went out of the room, and then Ralph,
who was in the habit of patronizing Theo occasionally, came to his
favorite corner and sat down, his rough hands clasped round his knees,
boy-fashion.

"I say, Theo," he began. "I wonder how much it would cost a fellow to
buy a cutlass--a real one?"

"I don't know," Theo answered, indifferently. "I never bought a cutlass,
Ralph."

"No, of course you never did. What would a girl want with a cutlass? But
couldn't you guess, now--just give a guess. Would it cost a pound?"

"I daresay it would," Theo managed to reply, with a decent show of
interest. "A good one."

"Well, I'd want a good one," said Ralph, meditatively; "but if it would
cost a pound, I shall never have one. I say, Theo, we never do get what
we want at this house, do we?"

"Not often," said Theo, a trifle bitterly.

Ralph looked up at her.

"Look here," he said, sagaciously. "I know what you are thinking of. I
can tell by your eyes. You're thinking about having to stay at home from
Lady Throckmorton's, and it is a shame too. If you are a girl, you could
have enjoyed yourself in your girl's way. I'd rather go to their place
in Lincolnshire, where old Throckmorton does his hunting. The governor
says that a fellow that was a good shot could bag as much game as he
could carry, and it wouldn't take long to shoot either. I can aim first
rate with a bow and arrow. But that isn't what you want, is it? You want
to go to London, and have lots of dresses and things. Girls always do;
but that isn't my style."

"Ah, Ralph!" Theo broke out, her eyes fi