“Americans!” exclaimed Ole, opening his eyes, while a smile beamed through the dirt on his face. “Are you going to America now?”
“No; we are going up the Baltic now,” replied Captain Cumberland; “but we shall return to America in the course of a year or two.”
“Take me to America with you—will you?” continued Ole, earnestly. “I am a sailor, and I will work for you all the time.”
“I don’t know about that. You must speak to the principal.”
“Who’s he?”
“Mr. Lowington. He is in the cabin now. Where do you belong, Ole?”
“I don’t belong anywhere,” answered the waif, looking doubtfully about him.
“Where were you born?”
“In Norway, sir.”
“Then you are a Norwegian.”