Part 18 (1/2)

”An', Bessie,” said I, ”he said a queer thing.”

She glanced a question.

”He said your name!”

She was much interested--but hopelessly puzzled. For a moment she gazed intently at the stars. Then she sighed.

”He've a great grief,” I repeated, sighing, ”an' he've been wicked.”

”Oh, no--not wicked!”

”Ay,” I persisted, gently, ”wicked; for he've told me so with his own tongue.”

”Not wicked!”

”But he've _said_ so,” I insisted, nettled, on the instant, by my sister's perversity.

”I'm thinkin' he couldn't be,” she said.

”Sure, why not?” I demanded.

She looked away for a moment--through the window, into the far, starlit sky, which the light of the moon was fast paling; and I thought my question forgot.

”Why not, sister?”

”I--don't know--why not!” she whispered.

I kissed my sister good-night, while yet she puzzled over this, and slipped off to my own room, lifting my night-dress, as I tiptoed along, lest I trip and by some clumsy commotion awake my friend to his bitterness. Once back in my bed--once again lying alone in the tranquil night--I found the stars still peeping in at my window, still twinkling companionably, as I had left them. And I thought, as my mother had taught me, of these little watchmen, serene, constant, wise in their great remoteness--and of him who lay in unquiet sleep near by--and, then, understanding nothing of the mystery, nor caring to know, but now secure in the unquestioning faith of childhood, I closed my eyes to sleep: for the stars still shone on, flas.h.i.+ng each its little message of serenity to the troubled world.

XV

THE WOLF

In course of time, the mail-boat cleared our harbour of wrecked folk; and within three weeks of that day my father was cast away on Ill Wind Head: being alone on the way to Preaching Cove with the skiff, at the moment, for fish to fill out the bulk of our first s.h.i.+pment to the market at St. John's, our own catch having disappointed the expectation of us every one. My sister and I were then left to manage my father's business as best we could: which we must determine to do, come weal or woe, for we knew no other way. My sister said, moreover, that, whether we grew rich or poor, 'twas wise and kind to do our best, lest our father's folk, who had ever been loyal to his trade, come upon evil times at the hands of traders less careful of their welfare. Large problems of management we did not perceive, but only the simple, immediate labour, to which we turned with naively willing heads and hands, sure that, because of the love abroad in all the world, no evil would befall us.

”'Twill be fortune,” my sister said, in her sweet and hopeful way; ”for the big world is good, Davy,” said she, ”to such as are bereft.”

”I'm not so sure o' that.”

”Ay,” she repeated, unshaken, ”the world is kind.”

”You is but a girl, Bessie,” said I, ”an' not well acquaint with the way o' the world. Still an' all,” I mused, ”Skipper Tommy says 'tis kind, an' he've growed wonderful used t' livin'.”

”We'll not fear the world.”

”No, no! We'll not fear it. I'll be a man, sister, for your sake.”