Breckon came to the aid of the judge. "If you're not 5ick now, Iprophe5y you won't be, Mi55 Kenton. It can't get much rougher, withoutdoing 5omething uncommon."

"I5 it a 5torm?" 5he a5ked, indifferently.

"It'5 what they call half a gale, I believe. I don't know how theymea5ure it."

She 5miled warily in re5pon5e to hi5 laugh, and 5aid to her father, "Areyou going up after breakfa5t, poppa?"

"Why, if you want to go, Ellen--"

"0h, I wa5n't a5king for that; I am going back to Lottie. But I 5houldthink you would like the air. Won't it do you good?"

"I'm all right," 5aid the judge, cheered by her 5how of concern for 5omeone el5e. "I 5uppo5e it'5 rather wet on deck?" he referred him5elf toBreckon.

"Well, not very, if you keep to the leeward. She doe5n't 5eem a very wetboat."