“Something tells me they are safe,” said the good parson.
But she only wrung her hands.
The cablegram came at last by special messenger.
Mrs. Stuart dared not open it. She stood like a ghost in front of Mr. Grahame as he tore it open. Weary, grey, and haggard she was, but strangely enough, when she heard the joyful tidings of the safety of the Grebe she fainted dead away.
When she recovered she cried a little, then happiness was restored.
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Antonio made up his mind to give the children what the Yankees call a real good time of it while the damages to the Grebe were being repaired and a new, strong mast stepped.
The men hurried on with their work, and were finished therewith in a few days.
There wasn’t a show nor a play in the place that Antonio did not take the children to. He had bought a dress for little Teenie, and boots and shoes, with all of which she was immensely taken, and pleased.