"Ah! there they come, under a full press of sail!" cried Harry, who
loved well to imitate the nautical phrases of his father. "Does she not
make a grand figure-head!"

"Figure-head!" exclaimed Vingo; "I am tinking, young massa, if dis 'ere
head ob mine had not been made so solid like, 'spressly for figuring,
dat it been a powerful time afore you cotch sight ob dis bit ob
fly-away again. De good Lord be praised! but if I don't tink little
missy so filled wid what de angels libs on dat she make use ob de shadow
ob dar wings to take herself away ober dose yar commons! It make me
smile to tink how dat old Ingin look at Sea-flower, as if de sun was
puttin' out his eyes."

"Why, my child, you surely have not been out to Quady's hut! it is a
long way."

"Ha! a fast sailor, always has a fair breeze; dropped anchor in the best
harbor in these parts! But what's this? colors half-mast?" exclaimed the
captain, as he caught sight of a little pouch, woven together of bright
colored basket stuff, slung over her shoulder; a little drab paw,
darting from out its deepest recesses in pursuit of a tantalizing curl,
soon explains how matters stand, and a voice of the greatest feline
sweetness is heard in reply to divers catlike salutations, proceeding
from the adjoining apartment.

"This is my wallet, which Quady has made for me to carry my kittens in;
and pussy has enjoyed it so much! 'Tis the way Quady's people used to
carry their babies through these very streets, only there were prettier
walks here then. O, he has told me so many pretty stories!"