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"We have our To-day," she murmured "Golden hours till the moon comes

up--and then perhaps a few silver ones! I don't care what Arthur

guesses My father is too busy talkingto be with you all I can I can arrange it I'ainst the rail, luxuriating in the sunshine

"Who are you?" she asked, bluntly

That question, co of their affection, astonished

hih for me that you are just as you are, boy! But you're not a

prince in disguise, are you?"

"I'm only a Yankee sailor," he told her "But if you won't think that

I' to trade on what randfather was Gaood, but I never heard of him With all my philosophy, I'm

a poor student of history, sweetheart" Her tone and the na out of her confession

"I don't believe he played a great part in history But he built sixteen

ships in his day, and our house flag circled the worldships, and the last one was the Harvest Home, the China

clipper that paid for herself three times before an Indian Ocean monsoon