'Where do you go ?' "And the sailors back water with a swish, and I stand up respectfully, for all she is only a slip of a girl.
"'I go to foreign parts, Golden Bells,' I tell her; 'to far and dangerous places, into the Indian Ocean.

To the Island of Unicorns and to the land where men eat men.' "'I hope you come back safe, master of the vessel,' she says.

'I hope you have a good voyage and come back safe.

It must be a dreadful strain on your people to think of you so far away.' "'In all this wide land,' I tell her, 'there is none to worry about me.
I have neither chick nor child.' "'Golden Bells will worry about you, then,' she said, 'and you in the hazards of the sea.

And take this flower for luck.' And she gave me the flower from her hair.