ls them."

"Tips?" Billy wrinkled his brows.

"Yes. Money for doing nothing. Cap'n Daddy, I _work_ for my money."

"Doin' what?" Billy's insistence was growing vexatious.

"Daddy, don't you ever tell!" Janet danced in front of him and walked
backward as she pointed a finger merrily.

The moonlight streaming upon the girl showed her beauty in a witchlike
brightness. It stirred Billy in an uneasy, anxious fashion.

"There ain't no call t' tell any one," he said, "you an' me is enough t'
know. Us an' them what pays ye!"

"Cap'n Daddy; I'm--a--model!"

"A modil--what?"

Janet's laugh rose above the lapping water's sound.

"Why, Daddy! Don't you think I'm a model everything?"

"No," Billy shook his head; "I ain't blind, gal, ye ain't what most
folks would call a modil, I'm thinkin'!"

"Well, the artists think I am!"

"The artists? Them womin in bonnets and smutchy pinafores? Gosh!"

For a moment Janet's truth-loving soul shrank from deceiving Billy, but
her promise to Thornly held her. She stopped her merry dance and came
again beside him, clasping the hard hand tenderly within her own.

"What do they think ye a modil of?" asked the man, and his face had
lightened visibly.

"Oh! just what their silly fancy tells them. Only don't you see, Daddy,
dear, they don't want any one to know until the pictures are done. It
would spoil the--the--well, I cannot explain; but they want to spring
the pictures upon folks by and by."

"'Cordin' t' what Andrew Farley tells," grinned Billy, all amiability
now, "no one will be likely t' know ye from a scrub oak stump when the
picters is done. Andrew says when he thinks of all it costs t' paint a
boat an' then sees the waste of good, honest paint up on the Hills, it
turns his stummick sick. Well, long as it is innercent potterin' like
that, Janet, I don't know but as yer considerable sharp t' trade yer
looks fur their money. It rather goes agin the grain with me t' have ye
git the best of them. But Lord! as the good book says, a fool an' his
money is soon parted, an' so long as they're sufferin' t' part with
theirs, I don't know but what ye have a right t' barter what cargo yer
little craft carries, as well as others what have less agreeable stores
on board." Janet laughed merrily.

"Mark Tapkins was on yisterday," Billy continued; "he says Bluff Head's
open an' Mr. Devant an' a party is there. Must be quite gay an' altered
on the mainland." Janet's face clouded.

"Cap'n