"We've got to go to the poorhouse, after all." Rachel was in one of her moods, and there was no use in arguing with her, as it would only have intensified her gloom.
Meanwhile Jack was bidding good-by to the captain.
"I'm sorry you can't go with me, Jack," said the bluff sailor.
"So am I; but I can't leave mother." "Right, my lad; I wouldn't take you away from her.

But there--take that, and don't forget me." "You are very kind," said Jack, as the captain pressed into his hand a five-dollar gold piece.

"May I give it to my mother ?" "Certainly, my lad; you can't do better." Jack stood on the wharf till the vessel was drawn out into the stream by a steam tug.

Then he went home..