"No such thing," returned Polly. "Molly shall keep house, and I'll
board with her. I hope my man will be proprietor of a restaurant,
though," she added, in an aside to Alan.

Suddenly there came a wail from Jessie.

"Girls, girls! Just look at mine!"

"Where are they?" asked Molly.

"Here." And Jessie pointed tragically to one side of the tub,
where the blue candle lay at the bottom of the sea, and the pink
one, though still floating above it, had burned out and tilted to
one side in an attitude of profound dejection.

"'Where was Moses when the light went out?
Where was Moses, what was he about?'"

sang Alan teasingly.

But even while he was singing, an energetic wave from Jean's side
overturned his own small ships and left them floating bottom
upwards.

"Just my luck!" he remarked, as he rose. "I knew I should come to
some untimely end. As Poll says, I don't believe in signs,
anyway."

The chocolate and wafers had been passed, and the fateful loaf of