There was a leak somewhere, and the tackle was a-twist, and the ballast rolled to one side.

And, for him, the home harbour was no place for repairs.
Heathcote had neither father nor mother, and though his old relative did her best for him, the boy was more or less at a loose end at home, with no better guide than his own whims.

The wonder was, considering his surroundings, that Heathcote was not utterly spoiled, that he was still honest and amiable, and amenable to good influence when he came across it.
He did not, however, come across much these holidays.

For four weeks he kicked his heels about in any way that suited him, and began to long for Templeton again, and the face of a friend.
Then one day a letter came to him from Pledge.
"Dear Youngster,--You said something about wanting to see London these holidays.

What do you say to coming here on a visit?
My father and mother would be glad to see you, and we can go back to Templeton together.