. "It will be very useful. It's a proper
mining-compass."

"I hope its needle will guide you to untold gold, and that the mine you
are looking for will act on it like a loadstone."

"Practical and sentimental--that's Rosebud," said the Pilot, from the
further end of the seat. "And you'll always notice, Scarlett, that it's
the practical that comes first with her. Once upon a time she give me a
cardigan jacket to wear under my coat. She'd knitted it herself. She
said it would keep me warm on frosty nights, and prevent me gettin' cold
and all that; and when I gets into the boat one night, and was feeling
for a match, bless you if I didn't find a piece o' paper, folded up, in
the pocket o' that there cardigan jacket. I took it out and read it by
the lantern. It was from my own dar'ter, jest as if I'd ha' been her
sweetheart, and in it was all manner o' lovey-dovey things just fit to
turn her old dad's head. Practical first, sentimental afterwards--that's
Rosebud. Very practical over the makin' of an apple-pie--very
sentimental over the eatin' of it, ain't you, my gal?"

"I don't know about the sentiment," said Rose, "but I am sure about the
pie. If that were missing at dinner-time I know who would grumble. So
I'll go, and attend to my duties." She had risen, and was confronting
Scarlett. "Good-bye," she said, "and good fortune."

Jack took her proffered hand. "Thank you," he said.

She had walked a few steps towards the house, when she looked over her
shoulder. "Don't forget the nuggets," she said with a laugh.

"I sha'n't forget," he replied. "If I get them, you shall have them. I
hope I may get them, for _your_ sake."

"Now, ain't that a wee bit mushy, for talk?" said the old Pilot, as his
daughter disappeared. "You might give a gal a few pennyweights, or even
an ounce, but when you say you hope you may find gold for her sake,
ain't that just a trifle flabby? But don't think you can deceive my gal
with talk such as that. She may be sentimental and stoopid with her old
dad, but I never yet see the man she couldn't run rings round at a
bargain. And as for gettin' soft on a chap, he ain't come along yet; and
when he does, like as not I'll chuck him over this here bank, and break
his impident neck. When my gal Rosebud takes a fancy, that's another
matter. If she _should_ have a leanin' towards some partic'lar chap,
why, then I'd open the door, and lug him in by the collar if he didn't
come natural and responsive. I've