e came up on deck, just after the steamer entered the
mouth of the Clyde, she almost fainted away at seeing Waldron half way
up the shrouds. He was poising himself there on one of the ratlines,
resting upon one foot, and holding on with only one hand.

To prevent his doing such things, Waldron's mother kept him under the
closest possible restraint, and would hardly let him go away from her
side. She watched him, too, very closely all the time, and worried him
with perpetual cautions. It was always, "Waldron, don't do this," or,
"Waldron, you must not do that," or, "Waldron, don't go there." This
confinement made Waldron very restless and uneasy; so that, on the
whole, both he himself and his mother, too, had a very uncomfortable
time of it.

"He worries my life out of me," she used to say, "and spoils all the
pleasure of my tour. O, if he were only a girl!"

Mr. George had been acquainted with Mr. Kennedy and his family in New
York, and they were all very glad to meet him on board the steamer.

On the morning after the steamer entered the mouth of the Clyde, Mrs.
Kennedy and her daughters were sitting on a settee upon the deck, with
books in their hands. From time to time they read in these books, and in
the intervals they looked at the scenery. Waldron stood near them,
leaning in a listless manner on the railing. Rollo came up to the place,
and accosted Waldron, saying,--

"Come, Waldron, come with me."

"Hush!" said Waldron, in a whisper. "You go out there by the paddle box
and wait a moment, till my mother begins to look on her book again, and
then I'll steal away and come."

But Rollo never liked to obtain any thing by tricks and treachery, and
so he turned to Mrs. Kennedy, and, in a frank and manly manner, said,--

"Mrs. Kennedy, may Waldron go away with me a little while?"

"Why, I am afraid, Rollo," said Mrs. Kennedy. "He always gets into some
mischief or other the moment he is out of my sight."

"O, we shall be under my uncle George's care," said Rollo. "I am going
out there where he is sitting."

"Well," said Mrs. Kennedy, hesitating, and looking very timid,--"well,
Waldron may go a little while. But, Waldron, you must be sure and stay
by Mr. George, or, at least, not go any where without his leave."

"Yes," said Waldron, "I will."

So he and Rollo went away, and walked leisurely towards the place where
Mr. George was sitting.

"I am glad we are coming up this river, to Greenock and Glasgow," sa