She seemed several years older.
"Do you really think the other boats were picked up ?" she said, the moment she saw us.
Poor thing! She began to cry as soon as she began to speak.

Of course, we sat down and talked to her, and said everything we could think of to reassure her.

And in about half an hour she began to be much more cheerful, and to look as if the world might have something satisfactory in it after all.
Our captain and the master of the bark now came to us.

The Russian master was a pleasant man, and talked pretty good English.

I think he was glad to see us, but what we said in the way of thanks embarrassed him a good deal.