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Off for America again; and the Book of Marvelous Adventures, to be opened wide by a pair of Irish blue eyes, deep as the sea, glancing as the sunlight on its crests.
"You are my steward, I believe ?" In his soul of souls Thomas hoped so.

"Yes, miss--indeed, yes, if you occupy this cabin." "Here are the tickets"; and the young lady signed the slip of paper he gave her: Mr.and Mrs.Daniel Killigrew, Miss Killigrew and maid.

"I shall probably keep you very busy." There was a twinkle in her eyes, but he was English and did not see it.
"That is what I am here for, miss." He smiled reassuringly.
"Never ask my father if he wishes tea and toast"-- gravely.
"Yes, miss"-- with honest gravity.

Thomas knew nothing of women, young or old.