"Don't think I could, Hild'. I'm bound to stay by the ship."
"Won't you come, Miss?" said the skipper addressing Elizabeth.
"You'll be better ashore."
"Oh yes — come along — all of you," said the old sloop-master on the land.
"I'm in charge of the passengers, Captain," said Winthrop; "and I don't think it is safe for any of them to go off before morning."
The request was urged to Elizabeth. But Winthrop quietly negatived it every time it was made; and the sloop's masters at last withdrew. Elizabeth had not spoken at all.
"How do you do?" said Winthrop gravely, when the Cowslips, father and son, had turned their backs upon the vessel.
"Thank you —" said Elizabeth, — and stopped there.
"You are worn out."
"No," — Elizabeth answered under her breath; and then gathering it, went on, — "I am afraid you are."
"I am perfectly well," he said. "But you ought to rest."