ght me to love
you, and you cannot undo your work. For shame, to write in that
desponding tone because of this accident. It was very wicked and
dreadful of Mrs Lloyd, but you could not help it; and now you have so
nobly determined to make restitution to poor Humphrey, let it all go.
My Dick only stands out more nobly than ever. You have your
profession, sir--go back to that, and they will only be too proud to
have you; but don't go long voyages, or where there are storms. I lay
awake all night listening to the wind, and thinking how thankful I
ought to be that you were ashore, Dick, and all the time I felt
prouder than ever of my own boy. Oh, Dick, never talk to me of
freedom! Nothing can make me change. Even if I saw with my own poor
little crying eyes that you cared for me no more, I could not leave
off loving; and, dear Dick--dearest Dick--don't think me bold and
unmaidenly if I say now what I should not have dared to say if you had
not been in trouble--Dick, recollect this--that there is some one
waiting your own time, when, rich or poor, you shall ask her to come
to you, when and where you will, and she will be your own little
wife--Tiny.

"P.S.--Pin has looked over my shoulder, and read all this as I wrote
it; and she says it is quite right, besides sending her dear love to
brother Dick."

Trevor's forehead went down on his hands as he finished, his face was
very pale, and a strange look was in his eyes as he re-perused the note.

"God bless her!" he muttered. "I will do something, and I believe she
will wait for me; but I can't drag her down to share my poverty. But
there, I won't curse it, when I see how it brings out the pure metal
from the fire. I can't go back to the sea, though. Pooh! what chance
have I--a poor penniless servant's son--how should I get a ship. Why,
my rank has been obtained by imposture."

The rugged, hard look came back, but the sight of an enclosure once more
smoothed his forehead.

"Here's dear little Fin," he said to himself. "Well, after all, it's
very sweet to find out how true some hearts can be."

Saying this to himself, he opened and read a little jerky scrawl from
Fin:--

"My own dear Brother Dick,--I sent you a message by Tiny, but I
thought I'd write too, so as to show you that little people can be as
staunch as big. Never mind about the nasty money, or the troublesome
estate--you can't have everything; and