"Oh, Ellen!" said her mother coldly; "stand up,
dear. You are so careless. See how you have
mussed my gown. Now go over to the window and
play with your dolls."
The captain noted the incident and heard Lucy's
reproof, but he made no protest. Neither did he contradict
the mother's statement that the little girl
had tired him. His mind was occupied with other
things--the tone of the mother's voice for one, and
the shade of sadness that passed over the child's face
for another. From that moment he took a positive
dislike to her.
"Well, think it over, Miss Jane," he said, rising
from his seat and reaching for his hat. "Plenty of
time 'bout Archie. Life-savin' house won't be finished
for the next two or three months; don't expect
to git into it till June. Wonder, little Pond Lily, if
the weather's goin' to be any warmer?" He slipped
his hand under the child's chin and leaning over her
head peered out of the window. "Don't look like
it, does it, little one? Looks as if the snow would
hold on. Hello! here comes the doctor. I'll wait a
bit--good for sore eyes to see him, and I don't git
a chance every day. Ask him 'bout Archie,
Miss Jane. He'll tell ye whether the lad's too
young.
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