Killamet. Even Captain Norris laughed at fine manners, and would
doubtless say,--

"Oh, give the boy a chance to try his sea-legs, if he wants to--a little
toughening won't hurt him."

No one but Miss Prue would thoroughly sympathize with, and stand by her,
and what were she and Miss Prue against so many?

They ate their supper in a glowering silence, unusual in that cottage,
even Molly for once being oppressed by the gloomy faces about her; then,
still in silence, she washed the few dishes, while Sara undressed the
baby; Morton, meanwhile, taking up a school-book, in which he sat
apparently absorbed, until his twin, happening to pass behind him,
stopped, and, with a flip of her dish-towel, cried out,--

"Why-y, Mort Olmstead, you're studying your g'oggerfy upside down!"

He gave her a scowl, but his face flushed sensitively, as he quickly
reversed the book, and Sara, turning a little from the fire, where she
was cuddling the baby, met his eyes with so loving and tender a look
that he could scarcely bear it. Something rose in his throat, threatened
to rise in his eyes too, and feeling that his only safety lay in flight,
he muttered that he had an errand down town, caught up his hat and
worsted tippet, and ran out of the door, nearly knocking some one over
who stood upon the step. "Well, I like being welcomed with open arms,"
laughed a manly voice outside; "but there is such a thing as too hearty
a greeting, eh, Morton?" and the boy, too dazed to speak, re-entered the
room, followed by Mr. Robert Glendenning.