'What do you think we have been doing this morning?' said little May, after busily talking about a host of other things.
'I'm sure I don't know, little Missie,' replied the man.
'You would never guess, I am sure—we have been making pastry!'
'Pastry! have you, indeed?' said the pleasant-faced man, with a smile; 'well, now, that's a thing I could never make.'
'We couldn't have done it by ourselves; Mary helped us, you see,' said truthful May.
'And who is Mary, little Missie, if I may ask?'
'Mary is our cook,' replied the child; 'she is so kind and good-natured. Her real name is Mary Greymore, and—— '
To May's surprise the sailor started to his feet.
'What!' cried he. 'Greymore, did you say?'
'Yes,' said May, looking startled. 'What's the matter, sailor man?'