"Egbert Esthwaite is his name."
"Don't know him, though. And so you have left England to find yourself a new home in the wilderness?"
"Yes."
"Pretty tough change you'll find it. Don't you find it already?"
"No. Don't you know," said Eleanor giving him a good look, "when one's real home is in heaven, it does not make so much difference?"
The captain would have answered the words fast enough; but in the strong sweet eye that had looked into his so full, there was something that silenced him. He turned off abruptly, with the internal conviction—"That girl thinks what she says, anyhow!"
Eleanor's eyes left contemplating the waters, and were busy for some time with the book which had lain in her lap until her colloquy with the captain. Somebody came and sat down beside her.
"Mr. Amos! I am glad to see you," said Eleanor.
"I am glad to see you, sister," he replied; "and glad to see you able to be here. You look well again."
"O I am."