"What! For me?" Rod asked in surprise.

"Sure, if ye'd like to have her."

Would Rod like to have her? His eyes sparkled, and his hands trembled
with excitement as he examined his treasure. What a wonder it was.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"The _Flyin' Queen_, after the schooner I lost."

"Will she sail?"

"Y'bet. Let's launch her."

From the window Mrs. Britt watched the two as they walked down to the
shore. She recalled the day, over twenty years ago, when another
little lad had trotted as eagerly as Rod by the captain's side, and it
was to sail a small boat, too. Her eyes grew misty as her thoughts
went back to that scene. But mingled with this sadness was a feeling
of thankfulness that her husband had taken such a strong liking to Rod.
Not since Jimmy left had he done such a thing, and she was hopeful that
this child would unconsciously change him back to the genial
big-hearted man he was when she married him.

Rod was delighted with the _Flying Queen_, and wading in the water to
his knees, he sailed her along the shore. The captain had a pickerel
net to look after, which kept him busy for some time. But he missed
scarcely anything that Rod was doing, and he was greatly pleased at the