pay."

"O dear me!" cried Polly aghast, as she and Jasper whirled around.

"Hey--what--what!" exclaimed the old gentleman, clutching his paper as
he started forward. "Oh,--why, I haven't been asleep, Tom."

"Ha! Ha! tell that to the marines," cried Tom, loudly, dancing in
derision, "You've been sleeping like a log. You'd much better go down
and get into your state-room. But give me a sovereign first." He held
out his hand as he spoke. "Hurry up, Granddad!" he added impatiently.

The old gentleman put his hand to his head, and then rubbed his eyes.

"Bustle up," cried the boy, with a laugh, "or else I'll run my fist in
your pocket and help myself."

"Indeed, you won't," declared the old gentleman, now thoroughly awake.

"Ha! Ha!" laughed the boy. "You see if I won't, Granddad." Yet he
dropped his imperious tone, and waited, though impatiently, while the
big pocket-book was drawn out.

"What do you want with money on board the boat?" demanded the old
gentleman.

"Give me a sovereign, Granddad," cried Tom, controlling his impatience
as best he might, with many a cross look at the wrinkled old face under
the white hair.