CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
A NIGHT JOURNEY.
It seemed to me as if starting-time would never come, and I fidgeted in and out from the kitchen to the stable to see if Ike had come back, while Mrs Dodley kept on shaking her at me in a pitying way.
"Hadn't you better give it, up, my dear ?" she said dolefully.

"Out all night! It'll be a trying time." "What nonsense!" I said.

"Why, sailors have to keep watch of a night regularly." "When the stormy wynds do blow," said Mrs Dodley with something between a sniff and a sob.

"Does Mrs Beeton know you are going ?" "No," I said stoutly.
"My poor orphan bye," she said with a real sob.

"Don't--don't go." "Why, Mrs Dodley," I cried, "any one would think I was a baby." "Here, Grant," cried Mr Brownsmith, "hadn't you better lie down for an hour or two.