Miss Stromberg laughed, and shook her head.
"Yo' s'all cah not," she answered. "Yo' s'all say, 'Oh, doze huh'icane!' Wheah da heaht iss, da iss da beautiful pictu'. So womens ah med," she added wisely.
"And is your heart there—in that garden?" Drew asked. He smiled.
She laughed again.
"'Tiss joost heah—and unfast," she replied, and placed her hand on her breast. "Eet hass no feexed 'abitation."
On deck they heard the tramp of feet going aft, and then, as the starboard side lifted, the cry of the crew hauling in the main sheet, and the hoarse croak of the blocks. Before the tramp was heard again, going forward, Captain March came from his room and hurried up to the deck.
Medbury walked over to his side.
"The wind's hauled around a little, sir. We couldn't keep the course."
Captain March looked aloft, then glanced at the compass.
He gave no sign of having heard. Suddenly he stopped short and gazed forward.