That's a pretty chin, and a lovely mouth--and, well, now, what _is_ the
matter! Chester Lawrence, attend to your chicken."

The minister and his daughter did not remain for the dessert. As they
arose, he said:

"Now, that's pretty good for the first time, isn't it?"

"Yes, father, it is," she replied. "You're getting on famously. Shall we
try the deck for a while?"

"Yes; it will do us both good to get into the air. Run along into your
room for a wrap."

Chester was tempted to leave his dinner to help them again; but he
resisted the temptation. They walked quite firmly now, and as they
entered the passageway, the girl glancing back into the room, met
Chester's eyes and smiled once more. Again Chester's heart fluttered. It
would have been a cold, hardened heart indeed not to have responded to
such an appeal.




CHAPTER III.


On the morning of the fourth day out, Chester Lawrence stood watching
the antics of a young man, who, coatless and hatless, and made brave by
too many visits to the bar, was running up the rope ladders of the mast