inst the sun, and puttin' the pillow where the feet come
as a rule. That's all."

"Fancy my never thinkin' of anything so simple as that!" said Joby.
He went home and told his wife. She made his bed on the roof of the
four-poster, and widdershins, as he ordered; and they slept that
night, the wife as usual, and Joby up close to the rafters.

But scarcely had Joby closed an eye before there came a rousing knock
at the door, and in walked Joby's eldest brother, the sea-captain,
that he hadn't seen for years.

"Get up, Joby, and come along with me if you want that eye of yours
mended."

"Thank you, Sam, it's curin' very easy and nice, and I hope you won't
disturb me."

"If 'tis Tommy Warne's cure you're trying, why then I'm part of it;
so you'd best get up quickly."

"Aw, that's another matter, though you might have said so at first.
I'd no notion you and Tommy was hand-'n-glove."

Joby rose up and followed his brother out of doors. He had nothing
on but his night-shirt, but his brother seemed in a hurry, and he
didn't like to object.

They set their faces to the road and they walked and walked, neither
saying a word, till they came to Penryn. There was a fair going on
in the town; swing-boats and shooting-galleries and lillybanger
standings, and naphtha lamps flaming, and in the middle of all, a
great whirly-go-round, with striped horses and boats, and a
steam-organ playing "Yankee Doodle." As soon as they started Joby
saw that the whole thing was going around widdershins; and his
brother stood up under the naphtha-lamp and pulled out a sextant and
began to take observations.

"What's the latitude?" asked Joby. He felt that he ought to say
something to his brother, after being parted all these years.

"Decimal nothing to speak of," answered Sam.

"Then we ought to be nearing the Line," said Joby. He hadn't noticed
the change, but now he saw that the boat they sat in was floating on
the sea, and that Sam had stuck his walking-stick out over the stern
and was steering.

"What's the longitude?" asked Joby.

"That doesn't concern us."

"'Tis west o' Grinnidge, I suppose?" Joby knew very little about
navigation, and wanted to make the most of it.

"West o' Penryn," said Sam, very sharp and short. "'Twasn' Grinnidge
Fair we started from."

But presently he sings out "Here we are!" and Joby saw a white line,
like a popping-crease, painted across the blue sea ahead of them.
First he thought 'twas p