There ain't nobody sails the sea has a trimmer little craft of a sweetheart nor I have." He paused for a minute, as if to collect his distracted thoughts.

"The man that would bring trouble to her door while I'm away--he would'nt be a man, Mr.Toodleburg," he resumed, still preserving a serious countenance.

"Had an ugly dream last night.

That's what troubles me.

Anything happens to me, Mr.Toodleburg, you're the man I looks to as a friend to my little sweetheart and them two angels at home." Tite assured him that he would do as he desired, and at the same time tried to dispel from his mind the gloomy forebodings impressed on it by the dream.
"Never had an ugly dream of that kind that it did'nt foretell somethin' bad, Mr.Toodleburg," he replied to a remark made by Tite, that it was not wise to give one's self uneasiness concerning dreams.