“Avast there!” put in the captain, who thought it time to interfere; “is that the way you treat your customers?”
“She aint no customer.”
“She is going to take breakfast here, my friend, and I should like to know what you have got to say about it.”
The waiter seemed taken aback by this unexpected championship of one whom he had supposed to be an unprotected street girl.
“I didn’t know she was with you,” he stammered.
“Well, you know it now. Come, child, you can sit down here.”
Tom enjoyed her triumph over the waiter, and showed it in a characteristic manner, by putting her thumb to her nose.
Captain Barnes sat down on one side of a table at one of the windows, and motioned Tom to sit opposite.
“I don’t think you told me your name,” he said.
“Tom.”