"
"Really? A young man, I take it?"
"There speaks the conceit of youth," said Dorothy, smiling. "Captain
Kempt, U.S.N., retired. His youngest daughter is just two years older
than myself."
"Oh, yes, Captain Kempt. I-- I remember him now. He was at the dinner
last night, and sat beside our captain. What a splendid story-teller
he is!" cried the Lieutenant with honest enthusiasm.
"I shall tell him that, and ask him how he liked your song. Good-by,"
and before the young man could collect his thoughts to make any reply,
she was gone.
Skimming lightly over the ground at first, she gradually slackened her
pace, and slowed down to a very sober walk until she came to a
three-storied so-called "cottage" overlooking the Bay, then with a
sigh she opened the gate, and went into the house by the servant's
entrance.
CHAPTER II
IN THE SEWING-ROOM
THREE women occupied the sewing-room with the splendid outlook: a
mother and her two daughters. The mother sat in a low rocking-chair, a
picture of mournful helplessness, her hands listlessly resting on her
lap, while tears had left their traces on her time-worn face. The
elder daughter paced up and down the room as striking an example of
energy and impatience as was the mother of despondency. Her comely
brow was marred by an angry frown. The younger daughter stood by the
long window, her forehead resting against the pane, while her fingers
drummed idly on the window sill.
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