had smuggled it on board, and it contained his sisters' best things, and
a full rig-out for them for the Arctic regions.

Sly old Tom!

He now stole into their cabin and gave them their clothes, and when
Staysail came down to dinner at twelve, with his spy-glass under his arm,
no wonder he cried: "Hillo! Hillo!"

For here were the three children, all mirth and smiles, seated beside
Pete, and Tom, with head bowed down, waiting to take his seat.

"Hillo! Hillo! But what will your father and mother think, my dears?"

"Oh," cried Tom, "we made that all right! Father gave his consent, and
he'll easily manage Mother."

"Steward!" shouted the captain, and Jake came running. "Put the other
half-leaf in the table to-night, and lay covers for three more, for these
young ragamuffins must mess with us in future."

There was no more word about ghosts now, and the kind professor forgave
the Finlander. He was set free and sent to duty, and now for weeks and
weeks there wasn't a much happier vessel afloat than the brave ship
_Valhalla_ bound for the Frozen North.

The two dogs became great friends, but, strangely enough, both disliked
Broomberg, and kept out of his way whenever they could. Once, indeed,
when the man bent down to stroke Veevee, Briton stood guard over his
little friend and growled.