Antonio himself was rather taken aback to hear such wisdom from the lips of this pretty wee mite of a fisher lass.
“Yes, we were taken aback, and it was touch and go. Wonder we didn’t go down by the stern.”
Antonio laughed, and patted her on the head.
“We are all right now, little one,” he said, “and I’ll be on deck all night. Yes, I’ll come down to supper, and maybe sing you a song. Be good now.”
“Oh yes, I’ll be good,” said Teenie, “just frightfully good, but——”
“Well, dearie?”
“I’ll keep my weather eye lifting.”
. . . . . .
There certainly was danger on the deep to-night.
“The wind blew as ’twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed;
Loud, deep, and long the thunder bellowed.”