Another was stamped with a crest and emitted a slight perfume; a third was enlivened by a monogram in gold and began: "Ma chere amie," in a bold round hand.

The one under her hand she did not open, but slipped into the pocket of her dress.

The others she tore into bits and threw upon the blazing logs.
"I guess if them fellers knew how short a time it would take ye to heave their cargo overboard," blurted out the captain, "they'd thought a spell 'fore they mailed their manifests." Lucy laughed good-naturedly and Jane watched the blaze roar up the wide chimney.

The captain settled back in his chair and was about to continue his "sea yarn," as he called it, to little Ellen, when he suddenly loosened the child from his arms, and leaning forward in his seat toward where Jane sat, broke out with: "God bless me! I believe I'm wool-gathering.

I clean forgot what I come for.