A fine, bright morning showed me my new surroundings in their true colors; even in the sunshine these were not very gay. But gayety was the last thing I wanted. Peace and quiet were my whole desire, and both were here, set in scenery at once lovely to the eye and bracing to the soul.
>From the cottage doorstep one looked upon a perfect panorama of healthy, open English country. Purple hills hemmed in a broad, green, undulating plateau, scored across and across by the stone walls of the north,
“By God, yes! Have you?”
I was sitting bolt upright in my bunk. The skipper’s beard dropped upon his chest.
“Bless my soul! The last name o’ the lot, too!”
“Have you heard of her ?” I reiterated.
“Wait a bit, my lad! Not so fast. Lie down again and tell me who she was.”
“Who she was?” I screamed. “I want to know where she is!”