You're all right now. Hold on! Don't let's mess up
Aunt Prue's wrapper more than can be helped. 'Vast there!"
"I swan! Don't it beat all what a pickle we get into? We ain't no
more fit to be alone, me an' Prue, than a pair o' babies. For the
lan's sake, Tunis! Who is that?"
He was staring at the girl, who led forward the trembling old woman,
her strong, young arms about the thin shoulders. Prudence was
tearful but smiling.
"This is the girl you sent me for," said the captain of the
_Seamew_.
The girl was smiling, too. To the delight of the young man there was
no suspicion of fear or shyness in her expression. Her eyes were
luminous. Her smile he thought would have ravished the heart of a
misogynist.
"I swan!" murmured Cap'n Ira, almost prayerfully.
"Ain't she pretty, Ira?" cried Prudence, almost girlish herself in
her new happiness. "Just like Sarah Honey was when she was Ida May's
age. And ain't it sweet, her coming to us this way? She's brought
her trunk. She's going to stay."
"And I know I shall be happy here, Uncle Ira," said the girl, giving
him her hand.
Cap'n Ira's smile was as ecstatic as that of his wife. He looked
sidewise at Tunis, a glance of considerable admiration.
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