well?' said the old man, looking up fondly as he fastened his skiff.

'Yes, father; here I am and so glad to see you,' replied the
water-maiden, waiting at the top of the ladder. 'We have a visitor,
father dear; are you not glad, so glad to see him?'

The two men came face to face, and the elder started back. 'What are
you doing here?' he said sternly.

'Looking for my property.'

'Take it, and begone!'

'I will, to-morrow.'

All this apart, and with the rapidity of lightning.

'His name is Jarvis, father, and we must keep him with us,' said
Silver.

'Yes, dear, as long as he wishes to stay; but no doubt he has home and
friends waiting for him.'

They went within, Silver leading the way. Old Fog's eyes gleamed and
his hands were clinched. The younger man watched him warily.

'I have been showing Jarvis all my dresses, father, and he thinks them
beautiful.'

'They certainly are remarkable,' observed Waring, coolly.