Yes, it must, my dear.

So fine a young woman as our daughter condescending to marry a sailor! As I said before, my dear, you know I have had experience in these matters--" "In other matters, you know, Mrs.Chapman, I have always yielded to you--" "And I have always yielded to you," resumed the anxious woman, "and never considered it a condescension.

But in this I must have my own way." And Mrs.Chapman got up and walked to a window overlooking the Tappan Zee.

The night was bright and starlight, and shadows were flitting and dancing over the smooth waters.

The picture of the ship, with Tite waving Mattie an adieu from the forecastle, haunted her mind.
"If that ship goes to the bottom of the sea, not a tear shall I shed--not a tear!" resumed the speaker, in an agitated tone.