you wont speak to common people when you get
back."

"Now, Jenny----"

"Good afternoon, Dabney. Perhaps I'll come over before you go, if it's
only to see that shipwrecked baby."

A good many of Mrs. Kinzer's lady friends, young and old, deemed it
their duty to come and do that very thing within the next few days. Then
the Sewing Circle took the matter up, and both the baby and its mother
were provided for as they never had been before. It would have taken
more languages than two to have expressed the gratitude of the poor
Alsatians. As for the rest of them, out there on the bar, they were
speedily taken off and carried "to the city," none of them being much
the worse for their sufferings, after all. Ham Morris declared that the
family he had brought ashore "came just in time to help him out with his
fall work, and he didn't see any charity in it."

Good for Ham! but Dab Kinzer thought otherwise when he saw how tired
Miranda's husband was on his late return from his second trip across the
bay. Real charity never cares to see itself too clearly. They were
pretty tired, both of them; but the "Swallow" was carefully moored in
her usual berth before they left her. Even then they had a good load of
baskets and things to carry with them.

"Is everything out of the locker, Dab?" asked Ham Morris.

"All but the jug. I say, did you know it was half full? Would it do any
hurt to leave it here?"

"The jug? No. Just pour out the rest of the apple-jack, over the side."

"Make the fish drunk."

"Well, it sha'n't bother anybody else if I can help it."

"Then, if it's good for water-soaked people, it wont hurt the fish."

"Empty it, Dab, and come on. The doctor wasn't so far wrong, and I was
glad to have it with me; but medicine's medicine, and I only wish
people'd remember it."

The condemned liquor was already gurgling from the mouth of the jug into
the salt water, and neither fish nor eel came forward to get a share of
it. When the cork was replaced, the demijohn was set down again in the
"cabin," with no more danger in it for anybody.

Perhaps that was one reason--that and his weariness--why Ham Morris did
not take the pains even to lock it up.

Dabney was so tired in mind if not in body, that he postponed until the
morrow anything he may have had to say about the tramp. He was not at
all sure whether the latter had recognized him, and at all events the
matter would have to wait. So it came to pass that all the vil