tightly wrapped, I think."

"Ah, I know now that 'tis for myself you wish me to store the heavy
parcel, and the loaded basket. The heart within thy brave breast is
bigger, and warmer than that of any man I ever knew."

It was as Captain Seaford had said.

When, with his wife beside him, he opened the basket, he found it
filled with luscious fruit, beneath which lay a huge parcel of sugar.

In the big bundle that the sturdy captain had found it a task to tug
to the house, was another large bag of sugar, a bag of flour, a parcel
containing beans, a giant squash, and tea and coffee.

"Could he possibly know that at just this time, these gifts are
especially welcome?" Mrs. Seaford asked.

"I can't imagine how he could find that out, but surely they could not
have come at a better time," was the earnest reply.

He turned to hide the tears that had sprung to his honest eyes, when,
for the first time, he saw a large firkin, set just inside the door,
and, as if to keep it company, a large sack leaned against it. The
firkin, as the captain had called it, proved to be a huge tub of fine
butter, and the sack was filled with potatoes.

A card was pinned to the sack.

"These few articles I leave instead of my card.