"And Mam' Amy?"
"Dead. She followed us out to Alaska, but she died. I suppose it must have been the climate."
Stewart's face grew a little grave.
"Lieutenant Burden—wasn't he the officer we stole the boat from?"
The girl nodded, smiling.
"And that row! Wasn't that a row we had that day," he said. "Do you remember the terrible swim Rob took and how he saved us?"
"Yes. And how you comforted me. I went to sleep—didn't I?"
"Yes; and how ill you were afterwards! Do you know I've never forgiven myself for all that. I was thirteen, and the oldest, and should have had more horse sense."
"What children we were!" Cary sighed.
"Are you wishing the time back?"