The slow hours dragged away--morning was near.

She walked to the window, drew the curtain and looked out.
Dimly the pearly light was creeping over the sky, lighting the purple, sleeping sea, brightening and brightening with every passing second.
She would not disobey him.

She left the window and bent over the bed.
How still he lay! "Papa," she said, kissing him softly, "day is dawning." But the captain never moved nor spoke.

And then Harriet Hunsden knew the everlasting day had dawned for him..