persuasion of a child and come up by the roots. And then,
Margaret pushing her best, and Aladdin prying and grunting,
the log was moved to within an ace of launching. Until now,
for she was too young to understand about daring and
unselfishness, Margaret had considered the log-launching as a
game invented by Aladdin to while away the dreary time; but
now she realized, from the look in the pale, set, freckly,
almost comical face of the boy, that deeds more serious were
afoot, and when he said, "Somebody'll pick me up, sure,
Marg'ret, and help me come back and get you," she broke out
crying afresh and said, "Don't, 'Laddin! Doo-on't, 'Laddin!"

"Don't cry, Marg'ret," said Aladdin, with a gulp. "I'd do
more'n that for you, and I can swim a little, too--b-better'n
I can row."

"Oh, 'Laddin," said Margaret, "it's so cold in the water."

"Shucks!" said Aladdin, whose teeth had been knocking all
night. "She's the stanch little craft" (he had the phrase of a
book) "Good Luck. I'm the captain and you're the builder's
daughter"--and so she was. "Chrissen 'er, Marg'et. Kiss her on
the bow an' say she's the Good Luck."

Then Margaret, her hat over one ear, and the draggled ostrich
feather greatly in the way, knelt, and putting her arms about
the shoreward end of the log, kissed it, and said in a drawn
little voice

"The Good Luck."