“Nothing but a little money. All my other things are on deck in a trunk.”
“That is already in the boat; the mate told me it was yours.”
“Hurry up, please, ladies,” and the mate's head appeared above the rail.
“Just another minute, Hutton,” said Villari, as he, Mrs. Raymond, and the Samoan girl all returned to the cabin together. The latter at once picked up the sleeping Loisé, and her mother, as she wrapped her in a shawl, heard Villari rouse the girl Serena and tell her to awaken her mistress, and presently she heard his voice speaking to Mrs. Marston telling her not to be alarmed, but he feared the schooner might founder at any moment, and that he was sending her and Mrs. Raymond on shore.
“Very well, Mr. Villari,” she heard her friend say. “Have you told Mrs. Raymond?”
“Yes,” he replied. “She is getting ready now—in fact, she is ready.” Then he returned to Mrs. Raymond's door, and met her just as she was leaving the cabin with the nurse and child.
“Can I help you, Amy?” asked the planter's wife as she looked into Mrs. Marston's cabin.
“No, dear. I did not quite undress, and I'll be ready in a minute. Baby is fast asleep. Is Loisé awake?”
“No, I'm glad to say. Olivee has her.”
“Please come on, Mrs. Raymond,” said Villari, somewhat impatiently; “go on, Olivee, with the little girl.”