“Billy, my dear;” and lay her soft hand on his shoulder.
But Billy, he only fiddled harder.
“Billy, my love!”
The bow went faster and faster.
“Come, now, Billy, my dear little fellow, let’s make it all up;” and she bent over his knees, looking bewitchingly up at him, with her irresistible eyes.
Down went fiddle and bow; and the couple would sit together for an hour or two, as pleasant and affectionate as possible.
But the next day, the chances were, that the old feud would be renewed, which was certain to be the case at the first glimpse of an opera-glass from the cabin.
CHAPTER LIII.
THE HORATII AND CURIATII
With a slight alteration, I might begin this chapter after the manner of Livy, in the 24th section of his first book:—“It happened, that in each family were three twin brothers, between whom there was little disparity in point of age or of strength.”
Among the steerage passengers of the Highlander, were two women from Armagh, in Ireland, widows and sisters, who had each three twin sons, born, as they said, on the same day.