When I made up my mind to come, I telegraphed Mr.Pike--he's the mate, you know.

He did his best.
It was the fault of the piano house.

And while we waited to-day I gave them a piece of my mind they'll not forget in a hurry." She laughed at the recollection, and commenced to peep and peer into the luggage as if in search of some particular piece.

Having satisfied herself, she was starting back, when she paused and said: "Won't you come into the cabin where it's warm?
We won't be there for half an hour." "When did you decide to make this voyage ?" I demanded abruptly.
So quick was the look she gave me that I knew she had in that moment caught all my disgruntlement and disgust.
"Two days ago," she answered.

"Why ?" Her readiness for give and take took me aback, and before I could speak she went on: "Now you're not to be at all silly about my coming, Mr.Pathurst.