"Why, what's up now?" the parson queried.

"Ye'd better ask 'what's down?' It's that little lass in yon, down in
bed, because some numb-skulls thought they could sail a boat. I told
'em this mornin' what I thought of 'em fer takin' a gal like that out
on the water, an' they went off in a huff."

"How is she this morning, captain? Rodney told me all about the
accident, and so we have come to make inquiries."

"Oh, she's all right, considerin' what she went through. She's all
clewed down now and ridin' easy. Guess she'll be there fer some time.
Want to see her?"

"Yes, if she's able to be seen."

"Able! Why, she's the fittest one of the bunch as fer as her mind is
concerned. I want to git this chair fixed up fer her as soon as
possible. Go right in. I guess ye'll find Betsey in the kitchen."

Mrs. Britt pleasantly received her visitors, and introduced the
clergyman to Mrs. Sinclair. The latter was a woman of striking
appearance. Her face, of considerable strength and refinement, was
marked by lines of care. But it was her eyes which attracted Parson
Dan's special attention as he shook hands with her, and inquired after
her daughter.

"Oh, Whyn came out of the affair the best of all," and a smile
illumined Mrs. Sinclair's face. "I was greatly worried about her last
night, but she seems none the worse for her experience. Would you like