out with wings like a butterfly? Why you're the
prettiest thing I've seen since I got home from my
last voyage."

He had Lucy by both bands now, and was turning
her about as if she had been one of Ann Gossaway's
models.

"Have I changed, Captain Holt?"

"No--not a mite. You've got a new suit of flesh
and blood on your bones, that's all. And it's the best
in the locker. Well! Well! WELL!" He was
still twisting her around. "She does ye proud,
Martha," he called to the old nurse, who was just
leaving the room to take charge of the pantry, now
that the guests had begun to arrive. "And so ye're
home for good and all, lassie?"

"Yes--isn't it lovely?"

"Lovely? That's no name for it. You'll be settin'
the young fellers crazy 'bout here before they're a
week older. Here come two of 'em now."

Lucy turned her head quickly, just as the doctor
and Barton Holt reached the door of the drawing-
room. The elder of the two, Doctor John, greeted
Jane as if she had been a duchess, bowing low as he
approached her, his eyes drinking in her every movement;