"Ay, ay," said the mate dutifully, moving off.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself," said the scandalised Hetty, stepping
forward hastily.

"As you please," said the skipper, leading the way below. "Let's have a
light on, Jack."

The mate struck a match on his boot, and lit the lamp.

"There's a few things in there'll want moving," said the skipper, as he
opened the door. "I don't know where we're to keep the onions now,
Jack."

"We'll find a place for 'em," said the mate confidently, as he drew out
a sack and placed it on the table.

"I'm not going to sleep in there," said the visitor decidedly, as she
peered in. "Ugh! there's a beetle. Ugh!"

"It's quite dead," said the mate reassuringly. "I've never seen a live
beetle on this ship."

"I want to go home," said the girl. "You've no business to make me come
when I don't want to."

"You should behave yourself then," said her father magisterially. "What
about sheets, Jack; and pillers?"

The mate sat on the table, and, grasping his chin, pondered. Then as his