I tell you I don't like folks to know where my flower hides.

I'll see it into the bag, and mind you don't breathe a word of this.

Mind!" Derry's finger was raised in a threatening attitude as he spoke, and he stopped after he had moved some steps away to give again to Blair this sign of silence and secrecy.
Blair lingered on deck, not to enjoy the calm moonlight which so lovingly crowned and silvered the crests of the waves.

His eyes were lifted upward, but not to gaze on the deep blue of the moonlit sky.

To the great Creator, without whom was not any thing made that was made, Blair was pouring out the earnest petitions of his loving heart.