"Did I say anything very dreadful, my dear?" she asked. "I didn't know it. I don't like moping here, and if I'm going to like it hereafter, I shall be a good deal changed, that's all. And if I'm going to be so much changed as not to be myself, I don't see what satisfaction it's going to be. I might as well be like foolish Susan Burtis, and have no character at all."
The others laughed, but Hetty scarcely heard her. She sat where she could see through the narrow windows the line of sea and sky as the brig rolled to port; then it flew up, and the bright sunlight flashed across her face and along the floor of the cabin. Turning at last, her eyes met Drew's.
"Did you learn how to make it?" he asked her.
"The knot? No, I gave it up."
"Like the reading?"
"I didn't give that up. You carried the book away."
"I can bring it back."
She shook her head.
"Not yet," she told him; then she turned to her father. "Isn't the wind ever going to come again?" she asked.
"Well," replied Captain March, "it brought us here, and I guess it'll carry us away. It generally does."