Enough! this was no time to think of peculiar difficulties.

I lugged her to the warm room in the light-house where I sat and lived.

I put her before the fire; I heated some brandy and poured it between her lips; in short, when I sat down to my little tea-table late that afternoon, somebody sat on the opposite side--a woman--a girl, rather, not more than eighteen or nineteen.

Here she was, and here she must remain for two long months.
_She_ did not seem half so much put out as I.In fact, she was quite calm, after she had explained to me that she was one of three passengers on board the sailing-vessel, and that all the others were drowned.
"You will have to remain here for two months," I ventured to explain to her, coloring like a lobster dabbed into hot water.
"Oh, then, I may as well begin pouring the tea at once," she observed coolly; "that's a feminine duty, you know, sir." "I'm glad you're not afraid of me," I ventured to say.
"Afraid of you!" she replied, tittering.

"No, indeed.