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"Well?" His mother's voice dispelled the vision. "Are you goin' to answer me, Willium?",Landon went on slowly to the kitchen. With his hand on the door-latch he paused and a smile lit his seamed face. Above the clatter of dishes came a girl's sweet soprano:,She shook her head. "The work is not hard and I love it," she answered. "After the lights are lit I have nothing to do. Daddy's asthma will not let him sleep, so he sits in his big chair all night and keeps his eye on the light while I sleep. Then when the sun sucks up the mists from bay and lake he is able to get his sleep. So, you see," smiling bravely, "we get along splendidly.","Exactly.",Billy started to move away. "I must be gettin' home," he said. "The cows'll be waitin' to be watered.",Again at this ingenuous remark the Admiral and the Captain exchanged a smile.,"I'll put it low to make sure," responded Captain Weaver, "and call it a hundred and twenty-five miles a day, though a hundred and fifty would be nearer the mark.",Whether Lucy would have replied to this cannot be known, for just then the hand stationed aloft sung out: "Sail ho!",Maddoc was silent for a moment. Then his square chin shot forward.,Billy moved towards the door. "I'd best be gettin' home," he said, "I'm awful wet.","Why, sir," answered the Admiral, "I don't see that we should be late if we did not go at all.","Why, your honour, when I went in she[Pg 265] looked at me and burst into a laugh that turned my blood cold.".