"Oh, yes, and for you."
Then he kissed her.
For the first time--wondering to himself, if it would be the last.
He had gotten a pretty little ring for her, with blue stones and an anchor on it. And of this she was very proud.
"Mind," he said, "you're a sailor's sweetheart now."
Then they mounted the trap that was to drive them to the nearest station, and away they went, waving hands and handkerchiefs, of course, until a bend in the road and a few pine-trees shut the dear old home from their view.
BOOK II.
THE CRUISE OF THE FLORA M'VAYNE.
CHAPTER I.--THE TERRORS OF THE OCEAN.
Long months have passed away since that sad parting at Glenvoie; a parting that seemed to raise our young heroes at once from the careless happiness of boyhood to the serious earnestness of man's estate.