that begets monsters, she a watching Perseis, lay ready to offer battle.
The poor little boat lying in her little house watching the ocean, was
something signified in my eyes, and not less so after what came in the
course of changing seasons and gathered storms.

All this time I had the keys in my hand, and now went back to the cottage
to restore them to their place upon the wall. When I entered there was a
young woman of a sweet interesting countenance talking to Mrs. Coombes. Now
as it happened, I had never yet seen the daughter who lived with her, and
thought this was she.

"I've found your daughter at last then?" I said, approaching them.

"Not yet, sir. She goes out to work, and her hands be pretty full at
present. But this be almost my daughter, sir," she added. "This is my next
daughter, Mary Trehern, from the south. She's got a place near by, to be
near her mother that is to be, that's me."

Mary was hanging her head and blushing, as the old woman spoke.

"I understand," I said. "And when are you going to get your new mother,
Mary? Soon I hope."

But she gave me no reply--only hung her head lower and blushed deeper.

Mrs. Coombes spoke for her.

"She's shy, you see, sir. But if she was to speak her mind, she would ask
you whether you wouldn't marry her and Willie when he comes home from his
next voyage."