"And who was the lady with you—your mamma?"
"Oh no; my dear mamma is dead."
"Who, then?"
"My governess, Miss Sampler. Do you live near this?" she asked.
"I am a sailor, and live in my ship. She is now in the dockyard. And you—you must, of course, live near this?" he added, seeing that she was without a head-dress.
"Yes; in the large white house that has great cannons in front of it, and where a pretty flag is always flying till sunset, when boom! goes one of the cannon, and down it comes."
"It is a garrison, then?"
"Oh no; it is papa's house. Oh, how papa will thank you for saving his little girl—he loves me so much!" Her voice trembled and her soft eyes filled as she said this, and added prettily, "I am the only one he has now; all my sisters are buried beside mamma."
"Where?"
"In England, far, far away—in Devonshire."