As he was at work at one of these, a young lady came to the door of the cabin, and uttered a little exclamation of surprise at seeing Reuben kneeling on the floor.

Then, seeing what he was doing, she said: "Oh, you are the carpenter, I suppose ?" "Yes, miss." "I wish you would screw on some pegs I brought with me, to hang things upon.

Everything does get thrown about so, when the ship's rolling.

They are in that trunk, if you will not mind pulling it out." Reuben pulled out the trunk, which the girl opened and, after some search, produced half-a-dozen iron clothes pegs.

She showed him where she wished them screwed on, and stood looking on while he carried out her instructions.
"Are you the ship's carpenter ?" "Yes, miss." "You seem very young for a carpenter, don't you ?" "I am young," Reuben replied, smiling, "and this is my first voyage.