Then Antonio burst into a hearty laugh.
“We’ll do the best we can, dearie.”
“An’ I brought my best clothes in a box and all.”
“I must do all I can for you, anyhow. Luckily there is a spare cabin close to mine, and you shall have a nice bed there. Come and I’ll show you.”
Teenie ran back into the dark storeroom for her box.
“Here is the room. There is the bed, and yonder is the washstand,” said Antonio.
She clapped her hands with delight “All like a fairy’s house.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed Antonio, “you’re the drollest little stowaway ever I had. Wash now, dress neatly, and then come on deck.”
. . . . . .
Just the night before the Zingara sailed away from Fisherton Bay, Teenie, whose parents gave her a good deal of her own way, left her humble home, saying she was going to the parsonage, and would not be home till morning.