I promised to be exceedingly careful.
So, next morning, when that tall and handsome Captain Thompson came around the deck, with a smiling "Good morning," and bowing right and left, I was deeply absorbed in a book; the next time I was looking at a view; another time I played I was fast asleep.

He never spoke to me, only stopped an instant before me and walked on.

At last, a bow-legged pilot came directly from the captain's office to my open window, bringing to Miss Sanborn a bowl of extra large and luscious strawberries from Douglas Island, quite famous on account of the size and sweetness of this berry.

With this gift came a note running thus: DEAR MISS SANBORN: I am a little puzzled by your frigid manner.

Have you any personal prejudice against me?
Walter Raymond wrote me before he sailed, to look you up, and do what I could for you, as you were quite a favourite on the Eastern coast, and any kindness shown to you would be considered a personal favour to him, and that he only wished he could take the trip with us.
I was amazed and mortified.