to give it some crumbs," said she, hesitatingly. "Will
you take it some, Mr. Dutton?"

"Certainly not," seeing his advantage, "unless you come too--in fact,
I thought of shooting it. It would be pretty in your hat--or Mrs.
Butler's."

"That would be, indeed, a feather in your cap," said Mrs. Oliphant with
an unpleasant sneer.

"Quite right, my dear," said the captain, as Mr. Dutton walked away, "not
to do everything a young man asks you;" and he assured Bluebell, who was
still solicitous about the bird, that it would not venture down for
crumbs.

Our heroine was vexed at Mr. Dutton's disagreeable manner, and began
moralizing on the inevitable way in which she succeeded in estranging her
female companions, and offending those of the other sex.

The old captain was just going off to his bridge, when by some
afterthought, he stepped back, and asked Miss Leigh if she would like
to sit awhile in his cabin. "You'll find no one there but the cat and
the parrot," he said; and, on her gratefully assenting, led the way to
a small oasis of comfort.

The cat, a great brindled Tom, arched his back a yard high, and made a
sort of back jump up to his Master's hand, where he rubbed his head with
a sociable miaw. Bluebell soon had him on her lap in a cozy arm-chair.

"I think Master Dutton will be rather puzzled where to find you,"
observed the old skipper, with a twinkle, as he was leaving the cabin.

"Dear me," said Bluebell, with a conscious blush, "I hope you don't
think--that there's anything--of that sort--"

"I think you have been letting that young man keep you all to himself up
in a corner quite long enough," retorted he, "and you may as well show
him you can do without him;" with which he left her to her meditations.

"How disagreeable good advice is!" thought the girl. "Dear old thing! But
it is so dull at sea--one must do something. I do wish though Mr. Dutton
wouldn't try to spoon--he was awfully nice before he thought of it."

Of course these two drew together again next day, and, though Bluebell
still evaded with Madonna eyes all approach to love-making, the
lieutenant accepted the situation, and contented himself with flirting
_sous le nom d'amitie_.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

ROUGH WEATHER.

I would be a mermaid fair,
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair,
And still as I comb'd, I would sing and say,
"Who is it loves me? who loves not me?"