“I have brought home treasure untold.”
“What, my boy?”
“Treasure untold. Cary has promised to see to it to-night.”
“Very well. I would that he had slept at our house. He was a kindly lad, and loved Frank. When did he?”—
“Three years ago, and more. Within two months of our sailing.”
“Ah! Yes, he told me so.”
“Told you so?”
“Yes; the dear lad has often come to see me in my sleep; but you never came. I guessed how it was—as it should be.”
“But I loved you none the less, mother!”
“I know that, too: but you were busy with the men, you know, sweet; so your spirit could not come roving home like his, which was free. Yes—all as it should be. My maid, and do you not find it cold here in England, after those hot regions?”