her husband is at sea again.'

'What is her husband?' inquired Teddy's mother, as with work in hand she
came out and took a seat in the old-fashioned porch.

'A sailor. Grace was always a roving nature herself. She never would
settle down quiet and take a husband from these parts. She was maid to
our squire's lady then, and went to foreign parts with her; but folks say
she's steadied down now wonderful. They've been living at Portsmouth, she
and her little girl.'




CHAPTER II

'When Greek Meets Greek
Then Comes The Tug
Of War!'


Two little determined figures, with flushed, resolute faces, stood
opposite one another on a narrow footbridge over a running stream.

Neither could pass the other, but neither intended going back, and the
sturdy maiden, in her sailor dress, with her small hands placed on her
hips, appeared quite a match for Teddy, who, with his golden head well
up, looked like a war-horse scenting the battle-field.

It was thus they met again; both employing their Saturday afternoon in