And you know nothing whatever about me." He seemed to reflect.

Then he asked: "Your daughter don't sing like a windmill, does she ?" Barbara's eyes and mouth opened.

"Why, Mamma!" she exclaimed, indignantly.
"Hush, Babbie.

Sing like a--what?
I don't understand, Mr.
Winslow." The captain burst out laughing.

"No wonder you don't, ma'am," he said.