Schillie.—"None of your nonsense. Miss. I'll marry you to him if you don't mind, and a regular dun duckity mud-coloured spouse you will have."
Gatty.—"If you please, little Mother, you are and have been so cross to me since we came up here."
Schillie.—"And no wonder, you young noodle, talking such nonsense, and behaving like a young ape when we are in such danger; and June is just as bad, encouraging you in all this stuff."
Mother.—"Come, don't let us quarrel, night is coming on. Go to bed, children. You and I must watch, Schillie."
Schillie.—"And I, feeling like a dead dog, wanting a week's sleep at least."
Mother.—"Then Hargrave shall help me."
Schillie.—"Help the pirates you mean; but who has looked after that female lately?"
We went to see her, and luckily she was unable to have her feelings wounded by any remark that might have been bottling up against her, for through her nose she gave audible demonstrations that she considered her troubles and sorrows over, and that any remonstrances on our parts would only be regarded as an unpleasant dream of the night.
"What a dirty draggle-tailed thing she looks," said Schillie, "in all that worn-out old finery. Why cannot she dress like us and Jenny in these serviceable dresses?"
"Oh, she made a particular request to me," I answered, "not to dress in our island costume, and asked leave to use all our old things to make herself, what she called, respectable. But are you really so tired you cannot watch?"