passed, and Mysie began to look hopefully from every eminence for a
sight of the light-house, when she was stunned by the information, that
they were then entering Chilmark, and were "'bout half-way."

Caleb, with an exclamation of disgust, leaped from "the shay," and
accomplished the remaining ten miles, wrathfully, on foot,--while Mysie,
wrapping her feminine patience about her as a mantle, resigned herself
to endurance; but Youth, noticing, perhaps, her weary and disconsolate
expression, applied himself sedulously to the task of entertaining her;
and, as a light and airy way of opening the conversation, inquired,--

"Was you pooty sick aboard the boat?"

"Not at all."

"That's curous! Women 'most alluz is,--'specially wen it's so ruffly as
it is to-day. Was bubby sick any?"

"No."

"Wa-al, that's very fortnit, for I don't blieve he'll be sick wen he
grows up an' goes walin'. It's pooty tryin', the fust two or three weeks
out, ginerally. How young is he a-goin' to begin?"

"I do not think he will ever go to sea."

"Not a-goin' to sea? Wy, his father's a captain, I 'xpect; a'n't he?"

"No."