“You were a brave girl, Anna.”

“But the other wreck, the whole wreck, that man of yours is responsible for. And we were not half a bad lot, Arthur.”

“Maybe not; but when the ship breaks up, it does not make so much difference what the timbers were, nor how she was built.”

“I suppose you are right. Well, what is to be done with the old masts and sails and things?”

“I know what is to be done with a part of it.”

“What part of it?”

“Well, to depart from similes, the female contingency.”

“The female contingency?”

“Yes, and the juvenile. You and Amy and Charlotte and Eddy.”

“What do you mean, Arthur?”