el.

'I made it on purpose for you, Miss Garland,' he said.

She thanked him very warmly, for she had never seen anything like such an
instrument before, and it interested her. 'It was very thoughtful of you
to make it,' she added. 'How came you to think of such a thing?'

'O I don't know exactly,' he replied, as if he did not care to be
questioned on the point. 'I have never made one in my life till now.'

Every night after this, during the mournful gales of autumn, the strange
mixed music of water, wind, and strings met her ear, swelling and sinking
with an almost supernatural cadence. The character of the instrument was
far enough removed from anything she had hitherto seen of Bob's hobbies;
so that she marvelled pleasantly at the new depths of poetry this
contrivance revealed as existent in that young seaman's nature, and
allowed her emotions to flow out yet a little further in the old
direction, notwithstanding her late severe resolve to bar them back.

One breezy night, when the mill was kept going into the small hours, and
the wind was exactly in the direction of the water-current, the music so
mingled with her dreams as to wake her: it seemed to rhythmically set
itself to the words, 'Remember me! think of me!' She was much impressed;
the sounds were almost too touching; and she spoke to Bob the next
morning on the subject.

'How strange it is that you should have thought of fixing that harp where
the water gushes!' she gently observed. 'It affects me almost painfully
at night. You are poetical, Captain Bob. But it is too--too sad!'

'I will take it away,' said Captain Bob promptly. 'It certainly is too
sad; I thought so myself. I myself was kept awake by it one night.'

'How came you to think of making such a peculiar thing?'

'Well,' said Bob, 'it is hardly worth saying why. It is not a good place
for such a queer noisy machine; and I'll take it away.'

'On second thoughts,' said Anne, 'I should like it to remain a little
longer, because it sets me thinking.'

'Of me?' he asked with earnest frankness.

Anne's colour rose fast.

'Well, yes,' she said, trying to infuse much plain matter-of-fact into
her voice. 'Of course I am led to think of the person who invented it.'

Bob seemed unaccountably embarrassed, and the subject was not pursued.
About half-an-hour later he came to her again, with something of an
uneasy look.

'There was a little matter I didn't tell you just now, Miss Garla