And hearing the wild storm, she had slipped from her little bed, put
herself on her knees, and raised her dear, fearless little hands and
heart--where?

Oh, surely that child had a Friend somewhere whom she trusted. How
beautiful!

They say that fishes and some other creatures are cold of blood and have
but little feeling. But I have gone far enough to think out one thing,
and it all comes of that child on her knees: if a dear mite of a woman
like that had a great, powerful Friend she could talk to in the dark,
and feel safe with in such a tempest, just as true as I am a living
Dolphin, I believe it must be some One strong enough and good enough to
care for all kinds of creatures. I do, indeed! Do you wonder it comforts
me?

It was strange that after awhile the moon came struggling through the
black and angry sky. She rode high, did Luna,--that is the moon's
name,--and was at the full, and wherever the clouds parted for a moment,
a broad streak of luminous light shone down on great mountains of water,
leaping up and up, as if eager to crush everything before them.

The wind did not soon go down, it could not; neither could I with my
utmost strength dive downwards through the piled-up, violent waves that
still rushed and roared, bounded and snapped with wild force.

Luna had sailed toward the west, and a gleam of daylight was streaking
the sky at the east, before the churning, choppy waters began leaping
less high, and once again I was tossed crest-high, where I was glad to
catch sight of a sailing-vessel that was steadying herself in the