He smiled upon her.
"Well," he answered, "he'd have remembered the next time if I had."
She drew back haughtily.
"I am going to parade—parade up and down that gangway by the hour!" she told him.
Her father chuckled.
"Nothing to hinder," he declared.
"You're not down on the articles as a forecastle-hand, are you?"
She did not stay to listen, but went indignantly away; at the cabin door, however, she turned and came back.
"You wouldn't have done it," she told him; "I know you wouldn't." She stooped—she was taller than he—and kissed him lightly. Then she went below.
Her father gazed after her.