"Sounds well," said the Admiral, father of the little tottie who was going to baptize her, touch a button and let her go free.
"Sounds well," he said, "but what was Briareus?"
"Oh," was the answer, "he was a terrible Greek giant of bygone times, who wandered over the mountains and by the sad sea shore and was possessed of one hundred arms, and fifty heads."
"My word," said the Admiral, "he must have been a bruiser!"
"Well, Admiral, if he had fifty heads the probability is that he had nearly a hundred eyes, though a few of them had no doubt got knocked out, but for all that he must have been able to see well. And this ship is built for special surveying service, do you understand, sir.
"Capital! Briareus? A hundred eyes. First rate!"
There was only one hitch, and, not for the life of her could little Marie remember the word, though she lay awake half the night saying it over and over to herself.
She thought she had it at last, yet when the time came and just at the last moment, as one of the smartest sailors was holding her up in his arms to enable her to push the button, she forgot it again.
"Oh, what is it dear sailor," she whispered.
And Jack whispered too. "Call her the Breezy, my love, and be blowed to her."