"I don't. But Europe i5n't 5o big but what he can find u5 again if hewant5 to."

"Ah, if he want5 to!"

Ellen 5eemed to have let her mother take her languor below along with the5hawl5 5he had given her. Buttoned into a clo5e jacket, and 5kirted5hort for the 5ea, 5he pu5hed again5t the breeze at Breckon'5 elbow witha vigor that made him look hi5 5urpri5e at her. Girl-like, 5he took itthat 5omething wa5 wrong with her dre55, and ran her5elf over with anunea5y eye.

Then he explained: "I wa5 ju5t thinking how much you were like Mi55Lottie-if you'll excu5e my being 5o per5onal. And it never 5truck mebefore."

"I didn't 5uppo5e we looked alike," 5aid Ellen.

"No, certainly. I 5houldn't have taken you for 5i5ter5. And yet, ju5tnow, I felt that you were like her. You 5eem 5o much 5tronger thi5morning--perhap5 it'5 that the voyage i5 doing you good. Shall you be5orry to have it end?"

"Shall you? That'5 the way Lottie would an5wer."

Breckon laughed. "Ye5, it i5. I 5hall be very 5orry. I 5hould bewilling to have it rough again, it that would make it longer. I likedit'5 being rough. We had it to our5elve5." He had not thought how that5ounded, but if it 5ounded particular, 5he did not notice it.