Pollypod, standing by the Captain's side, exclaimed with tearful joy,
"I'm the little girl."
"And I'm the Captain."
"I knew you would come!" (Her voice was so full and rich, that it was a pleasure to hear it.) "Felix said you would, and he saw you such a long way off. You have brought her!"
"Yes, here she is in my arms, little one. Dressed."
"In what?"
"Mauve silk, I think she told me."
"O!"
A volume of words could not have expressed more.
"Hold hard!" cried the Captain, as he heard the scraping of a match against a box, and guessed that it was intended to light up. "Let us talk in the dark a bit."