“Good! and the last person you’ll see as you drop out to sea will be old Weathereye in a boat waving his red bandana to wish you luck. Good-night!
“Good-night, little Babs! How provokingly pretty she is, Tandy! better leave her at Scragley Hall, and the crane too. She’ll be well looked after, you may figure upon that. Come and give the old man a kiss, dear.”
But Nelda hung her head.
“Not if you say that, Captain Weathereye. Wherever ever daddy goes, I go with him. I’m not going to let my brother run away to sea and leave me again.”
“And you won’t give me Bob?” said Weathereye.
“Oh, no!”
“Nor the Admiral?”
Nelda looked up in the old captain’s face now.
“I’m just real sorry for you,” she said; “but the Hal’s going and all—you may figure on that.”
Weathereye laughed heartily.