"Does it seem queer to be on land again?"
"Yes. I want to rock to and fro." She made a pretty movement with her slender body, and nodded her head.
"Are you very tired?"
"Oh, no."
"You were out five weeks."
"Is that a long while? I was homesick at first. I wanted to see Miss Arabella and Barby. Miss Henrietta is—is—not right in her mind, if you can understand. And she is very old. She just sits in her chair all day and mumbles. She was named for a queen—Henrietta Maria."
Aunt Priscilla gave a disapproving sniff.
"Supper's ready," said Mr. Leverett. "Come."
Warren took the small stranger by the hand, and she made a little courtesy, quite as if she were a grown lady.
"What an airy little piece of vanity!" thought Aunt Priscilla. "And whatever will Winthrop Adams do with her, and no woman about the house to train her!"