om which rose a stream of
smoke.

As we drew near I could see that the boys did not know what to make of
it, for they gave me a stare, as if to ask what they were to see next.
They did not know how to give vent to their joy when they saw Fritz come
out of the hut with a strange youth, whose slight make, fair face, and
grace of form, did not seem to match well with the clothes that hung
upon his limbs.

It was so long since we had seen a strange face, that we were all loth
to speak first. When I could gain my speech I took our new friend by the
hand, and told her in words as kind as I could call to my aid, how, glad
we were to have thus found her.

Fritz, when he bade Ernest and Jack shake bands with her, spoke of our
new friend as James, but she could not hide her sex from my wife, for
her first act was to fall on her breast and weep. The boys were not slow
to see through the trick, and made Fritz tell them that "James" was not
the name they should call her by.

I could not but note that our strange mode of life had made my sons
rough, and that years of rude toil had worn off that grace and ease
which is one of the charms of well-bred youth.

I saw that this made the girl shy of them, and that the garb she wore
brought a blush to her cheek. I bade my wife take charge of her, and
lead her down to the boat, while the boys and I stood a while to speak
of our fair guest.

When we got on board we sat down to hear Fritz tell how he came to find
Miss Jane, for that was her real name; but he had not told half his tale
when he saw my wife and her new friend come up on deck. She still had a
shy look, but as soon as she saw Fritz she held out her hand to him with
a smile, and this made us feel more at our ease.

The next day we were to go back to our home, and on the way Fritz was to
tell us what he knew of Miss Jane, for his tale had been cut short when
she came on the deck with my wife. The boys did all they could to make
her feel at home with them, and by the end of the day they were the best
of friends.

The next day we set sail at sun rise; for we had far to go, and the boys
had a strange wish to hear Fritz tell his tale.

When the boat had made a fair start, we all sat down on the deck, with
Jane in our midst, while Fritz told his tale to the end.

Jane Rose was born in IN-DI-A. She was the child of one Cap-tain Rose,
whose wife died when Jane was but a babe in arms. When ten years of age
he sent her to a first