Mrs. Tregennis did not go down. She was too busy to leave home, but she sang light-heartedly as she went about her work.
“Where’s my Daddy to?” asked Tommy, when he came home from school.
“Not come home yet, ma handsome.”
“Boats is in,” objected Tommy.
“Yes, my man, but I s’pose your Daddy’s busy cleanin’ up. Run an’ find ’en, ma lovely, an’ tell ’en to come in quick an’ have dinner afore he goes to bed.”
Tommy ran off to the quay and walked alongside, trying to pick out his Daddy’s boat.
“Hallo, Tommy,” said Uncle Sam, who was hauling up water in a bucket over the side of the ‘Henrietta.’
“Hallo,” replied Tommy, “I be lookin’ for my Daddy; where be the ‘Light of Home,’ Uncle Sam?”
“Dear life, I don’t know! Up there ’appen,” and Uncle Sam jerked his thumb in the direction of the bridge.
Tommy sped on. There was Uncle Harry in his boat and Uncle Jim in his. But no Daddy and no “Light of Home” could Tommy find.