"Mr. Drew is a minister of the gospel," explained Mrs. March, with dignity; then she added with smiling derision: "He thinks he's taking a pleasure trip."
"Ah!"—Miss Stromberg flashed a bright smile upon Drew—"das iss ve'y nize tow be a mineester—tow be so good as tow prich tow peop'. Ma fader one also wass; but me—" she shrugged her shoulders—"Ah find das ve'y hahd tow be so good all da tam. Eet iss ve'y sad not tow tek doze examp' off ma fader." She sighed.
Her brother and Captain Rand joined her at supper, and brother and sister were very gay; but the captain ate hurriedly, and speedily returned to the deck. Lieutenant Stromberg soon followed him, but Drew lingered. Miss Stromberg had been telling her experiences in the wreck.
"And you were not frightened?" he asked her.
"Mos' exceeding'," she answered gaily.
"Your brother says you were very brave," he told her, smilingly.
"He!" she exclaimed, with gay scorn. "He knows not. Eet iss woman's paht tow deceife efer. Yo' learn so not alretty?" She laughed in his face.
"Ah, I have much to learn!" he answered, with a smile.
"Eet iss so," she agreed; "doze theologic school tich not efer't'ing."
"Now I shall be on my guard," he answered, and, going up the companionway, laughingly bade her good night.