e fixing up like city folks and
looking queer enough to turn you dizzy. Quinton and I are going to be
true to ourselves, Davy, and you'll soon see if my looks do not help!"

"By gum!" sighed David; and remembering his vow to Billy to watch over
this girl, he sighed again and ordered her below in no very gentle
voice.

CHAPTER III

Janet was aroused the next morning by hearing Captain David creaking
across the floor of the living room with his daily burden in his arms.
The girl was neither deep asleep nor wide awake. She was never uncertain
of her whereabouts or identity, once she had crossed the border land.

The early sun was creeping into the east window of her tiny room on one
side of the living room of the lighthouse; on the opposite side was
Captain David's sleeping apartment, into which he carried his helpless
wife every evening before he had to go up aloft, and out of which he
bore her to the chintz covered rocker, every morning after he had come
below.

For ten long years David had known this sorrow; and he knew that it was
to be his until Death spake the final word.

"It seems to me, David," the querulous voice was saying, "that the sun,
up your way, rose mighty late to-day."

"There, there, Susan Jane, 't is the same old sun as rises an' sets fur
all. Had a bad night, Susan Jane?"

"Bad night! that shows what sympathy you have for me, David. All my
nights are bad. Bad as bad can be, unless they be worse!"

"Well, Susan Jane, let's hope that a bad night argers a good day. There!
are ye fixed, reasonably comfortable? P'r'aps the pillers ought' be a
mite higher. How's that? An' now, if you want t' read a bit I'll fix the
brekfus. I sot some biscuits overnight."

"Give me the Bible, David, an' my money box! There, open t' the same old
chapter. Thank the Lord, that chapter is all on one page! Since He
thought wise to take the usefulness from my members, I'm glad He made
folks print my favorite chapter so there's no need of turnin' over. Land
knows, who'd ever think of waitin' on me!"

"Come now, Susan Jane, I'm always willin', when I ain't on government
duty."

"Government duty or sleep! Men is all alike. How would you feel if you
was stricken like me?"

"Powerful bad, Susan Jane, powerful bad. Ye bear yer lot uncommon
patient, Susan Jane; I'm never overlookin' that. But if ye put yer mind
to it, wife, ye'll see that if I do my duty, I must sleep--some.
Howsomever, Mark Tapkins will have hi