n't know what my husband may have told you about
me, Mr. Lovibond--"

Lovibond's ardor overcame his prudence. "He has told me that you were
an angel once--and he has wronged you, the dunce and dulbert--you are an
angel still."

While Lovibond was with Mrs. Quig-gin Jenny Crow was with Capt'n Davy.
She had clutched at his invitation with secret delight. "Just the
thing," she thought. "Now, won't I give the other simpleton a piece of
my mind, too?" So she had bowled off to Fort Ann with a heart as warm
as toast, and a tongue that was stinging hot. But when she had got there
her purpose had suddenly changed. The first sight of Capt'n Davy's face
had conquered her. It was so child-like, and yet so manly, so strong and
yet so tender, so obviously made for smiles like sunshine, and yet so
full of the memories of recent tears! Jenny recalled her description
of the sailor on the Head, and thought it no better than a vulgar
caricature.

Davy wiped down a chair for her with the outside of his billycock and
led her up to it with rude but natural manners. "The girl was a ninny to
quarrel with a man like this," she thought. Nevertheless she remembered
her purpose of making him smart, and she stuck to her guns for a round
or two.

"It's rael nice of you to come, ma'am," said Davy.

"It's more than you deserve," said Jenny.

"I shouldn't wonder but you think me a blundering blocket," said Davy.

"I didn't think you had sense enough to know it," said Jenny.

With that second shot Jenny's powder was spent. Davy looked down into
her face and said--

"I'm terr'ble onaisy about herself, ma'am, and can't take rest at nights
for thinking what's to come to her when I am gone."

"Gone?" said Jenny, rising quietly.

"That's so ma'am," said Davy. "I'm going away--back to that ould Nick's
oven I came from, and I'll want no money there."

"Is that why you're wasting it here, Captain Quiggin?" said Jenny. Her
gayety was gone by this time.

"No--yes! Wasting? Well maybe so, ma'am, may be so. It's the way with
money. Comes like the droppings out of the spout at the gable, ma'am;
but goes like the tub when the bull has tipped it. Now I was thinking
ma'am----"

"Well, Captain?"

"She won't take any of it, coming from me, but I was thinking, ma'am--"

"Yes?" Davy was pawing the carpet with one foot, and Jenny's eyes were
creeping up the horn buttons of his waistcoat.

"I was thinking, ma'am, if you could take a mossle of it yoursel