“Yes,” answered Captain Morton, “Jules and I had kept it for you for many years. We determined that sooner or later you should have it. I shall never forget the day when Jules came hurrying into ‘The Anchorage’ with the news that he had seen you and talked with you about me. He was sure that you were our Madge even before he knew your name to be Morton. It was wonderful to hear that your dearest wish was to find me.”
Madge slipped her arm into that of her father and laid her curly head against his shoulder. “If it was Fate that separated us, then I shall never be dismayed by it again, for love and determination are far greater and through them I found you,” she declared softly.
“I am afraid I am very selfish to take you away for a whole year from Mrs. Curtis and Tom and the houseboat girls,” said her father, almost wistfully. “You are not sorry you are going to spend the next few months with no one but two old men for company?”
“But I spent eighteen years without you,” reminded Madge. “Don’t you believe I ought to begin to make up for lost time? Just think,”—her eyes grew tender with the pride of possession—“I have what I’ve longed for more than anything else in the world, my father’s love. Perhaps when we come back next year we can anchor the ‘Little Captain’ in Pleasure Bay and invite the ‘Merry Maid’ and her crew to visit us. Then Miss Jenny Ann could be married on the houseboat. We must be very sure to come home on time if we carry out that plan.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Madge,” smiled her father, “unless our good ship fails us we’ll anchor next September in Pleasure Bay and send a special invitation to the crew of the ‘Merry Maid’ to meet us there.”
The End