"He must do his duty. If he cannot save his ship, at least he must save his men;—all he can. He is there to do his duty."
"I think it would be better not to be there at all," said Dolly very gravely.
"Who would take care of you then, if an enemy's fleet were coming to attack Philadelphia?" said the young officer.
"I would go home," said Dolly. "I don't know what would become of Philadelphia. But I do not think God can like it."
"Shall we go above where it is more cheerful? or have you seen it all?"
Dolly gave him her hand again and let him help her till they got on deck. There they went roaming towards the fore part of the vessel, looking at everything by the way; Dolly asking the names and the meaning of things, and receiving explanations, especially regarding the sails and rigging and steering of the ship. She was even shown where the sailors made their home in the forecastle. As they were returning aft, Dolly stopped by a coil of rope on deck and began pulling at an end of it. Her companion inquired what she wanted?
"I would like a little piece," said Dolly; "if I could get it."
"A piece of rope?"
"Yes;—just a little bit; but it is very strong; it won't break."
She was tugging at a loose strand.