n with the tipsy father. The mother had dined in
the ladies' cabin, and retired to her berth to lie down, and this lost
lamb was searching for her.

"Come here, my dear," said Mrs. Jackson, the widow lady. "Don't cry,
what's the matter?"

But "I want mamma," was the only reply, without any cessation of shrieks.

"Oh, hush! look at these pretty pictures; here's Moses in the
bull-rushes."

A momentary glance, and then the cries redoubled.

"Phoebus, what lungs!" ejaculated Mr. Dutton. "Come here, child,"
authoritatively, holding up a lump of sugar.

A slight lull, and a hesitating zig-zag movement in his direction. He
made a grab as she came within reach, placed her on his knee, and pushed
a bit of sugar into the month opened for a roar.

"I am quite ashamed of you, making such a noise. Don't choke, there's
more sugar in the basin. Wipe your eyes, and see if you can possibly look
pretty."

Bewildered, but distracted by the sugar, the tears ceased.

"What is your name? Mary, I suppose."

"No, no," indignantly, "H'Emma."

"H'Emma! You little cad, what is the H for? Say Emma. You can't? Then no
more sugar."

"Emma," repeated the astonished child.

"That's right; here is another lump. Miss Leigh, may I ask you to reach
me a very pretty book of coloured animals I saw behind you? Now, Emma,
there is a tabby cat, just like you have at home."

"No, mamma drove it away;" and, the grief returning, "Oh! where's mamma?"

"She isn't coming while you make that noise, and I fear she must be a
wicked woman to drive a poor cat away,--she will never have any luck.
Now, what's that?"

"A 'orse," triumphantly.

"Where _were_ you riz! Say horse. That's right; don't forget. A pig, a
sow, a goose," and so on, half through the book. "Now I'll shut it, and
you can go to bed."

"No, no; see the rest," said the now excited child.

"Which would you rather have, mamma or pictures?"

"Pictures. Show them quick."

"Very well; then mamma may go to blazes. We don't want her bothering here
till we have done. What did you say was the name of that animal?"

"A 'orse."

"What did I tell you? You will never be a lady if you leave out your
h's."

At this moment the mamma appeared. "Oh," said Mrs. Jackson, "your little
girl was crying so for you, till that gentleman succeeded in amusing
her."

"I 'ope, sir, she 'asn't been very troublesome? The baby, 'e 'as been so
fretful with 'is teeth, or I should 'ave come for H'Emma sooner