I shall want to see all I can of you to-day." Bob felt more uncomfortable still, as he reached the door, but, before he was outside, the Captain called him back.

"I suppose you would like to have Jeffs to help you this afternoon ?" he said quietly.
"Ye--es, please, Papa," said the boy.
"Very well.

Fetch me those two parcels he brought." Bob hurried out into the hall, closely followed by Dot, who said sagely, "You made Pa and Ma both cry by teasing me." But the thought of the parcels chased away the trouble in the boy's heart, as he caught them up and ran with them into the drawing-room, followed by Dot, whose little face grew serious, when the parcels were opened, and found to contain little square boxes.
"Open them," said the Captain, while Mrs.Trevor stood beside them, biting her lower lip.
The boy's cheeks flushed, and his heart beat, for there, bright and new, were the things he had been longing for: a large metal model, carriage and all, of a breech-loading cannon, and a patent brass anchor.
"Oh, Pa!" he cried, half wild with joy.
"For someone who is always going to act like a man," said the Captain seriously, "and--ah! my little one, what a sad face!" he cried.

"Did she think she was forgotten?
Why! where's that basket, Jeffs brought ?" Dot needed no telling: she darted out of the room, to come back directly with her eves sparkling, and before the basket was open, she was upon her father's knee, laughing, and kissing his sad face, her mother directly after coming in for her share of caresses.

For the basket was found to contain a long parcel and a box, the trembling little fingers having plenty of difficulty in tearing off the paper, to display a new doll, of wonderful construction, and an attractive-looking box of sweets.
"You spoil them, my dear;" said Mrs.Trevor sadly.
The Captain sighed as he said:--"I do not have much chance, love.
There, it makes them happy.