th fanned his face.

"That's what I do mean," said Tarrell, with a suspicion of doggedness in
his voice.

"Not even if I asked you on my bended knees?" said Kate. "Aren't you
glad you're cured?"

"Yes," said Tarrell manfully.

"So am I," said the girl; "and now that you are happy, just go down to
the 'Jolly Sailor,' and make poor old Raggett happy too."

"How?" asked Tarrell.

"Tell him that I have only been having a joke with him," said Kate,
surveying him with a steady smile. "Tell him that I overheard him
and father talking one night, and that I resolved to give them both a
lesson. And tell them that I didn't think anybody could have been so
stupid as they have been to believe in it."

She leaned back in her chair, and, regarding the dumbfounded Tarrell
with a smile of wicked triumph, waited for him to speak. "Raggett,
indeed!" she said disdainfully.

"I suppose," said Tarrell at length, speaking very slowly, "my being
stupid was no surprise to you?"

"Not a bit," said the girl cheerfully.

"I'll ask you to tell Raggett yourself," said Tarrell, rising and moving
towards the door. "I sha'n't see him. Good-night."

"Good-night," said she. "Where are you going, then?"

There was no reply.

"Where are you going?" she repeated. Then a suspicion of his purpose
flashed across her. "You're not foolish enough to be going away?" she
cried in dismay.

"Why not?" said Tarrell slowly.

"Because," said Kate, looking down--"oh, because--well, it's ridiculous.
I'd sooner have you stay here and feel what a stupid you've been making
of yourself. I want to remind you of it sometimes."

"I don't want reminding," said Tarrell, taking Raggett's chair; "I know
it now."

A RASH EXPERIMENT.

The hands on the wharf had been working all Saturday night and well into
the Sunday morning to finish the _Foam_, and now, at ten o'clock, with
hatches down and freshly-scrubbed decks, the skipper and mate stood
watching the tide as it rose slowly over the smooth Thames mud.

"What time's she coming?" inquired the skipper, turning a lazy eye up at
the wharf.

"About ha'-past ten she said," replied the mate. "It's very good o' you
to turn out and let her have your state-room."

"Don't say another word about that," said the skipper impressively.
"I've met your wife once or twice, George, an' I must say that a nicer
spoken woman, an' a more well-be'aved one, I've seldom seen."

"Same to you," said the mate; "your wife I m