“H’m I an’ I suppose if you’d bin born on a Tuesday or Saturday, he’d have called you by one or other of these days?”
“S’pose so,” said Thursday, with much simplicity.
“Are you married, Thursday?”
“Yes, I’m married to Susannah,” said Thursday, with a pleased smile; “she’s a dear girl, though she’s a deal older than me—old enough to be my mother. And I’ve got a babby too—a splendid babby!”
Thursday passed ever the side as he said this, and fortunately did not see the merriment which him remarks created.
Jack Brace followed him into the canoe, and in less than half-an-hour he found himself among the wondering, admiring, almost awestruck, islanders of Pitcairn.
“It’s a man!” whispered poor Mainmast to Susannah, with the memory of Fletcher Christian strong upon her.
“What a lovely beard he has!” murmured Sally to Bessy Mills.
Charlie Christian and Matt Quintal chancing, curiously enough, to be near Sally and Bessy, overheard the whisper, and for the first time each received a painful stab from the green-eyed demon, jealousy.
But the children did not whisper their comments. They crowded round the seaman eagerly.