CHAPTER XXI.
THE MATE OF THE "GWENLLIAN" "There!" said Mrs.Jones next morning, as she gave Sara's toilet a finishing touch, consisting of sundry tugs of adjustment to the red mantle and an encouraging pat on the shoulders; "there! go 'long with you now and find your precious Gethin, and give him a good scolding from me.

Tell him he is the last man in the world I would expect to desert an old friend as he has done lately.

There! the sight of such a tidy, fresh-looking little country woman will do our pale-faced town people good.

Oh, anwl! I wish my Tom was alive; he'd have piloted you straight to the _Gwenllian_.

He knew every ship that came into the docks.