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"A young female!" said Captain Acton. "What was the name of the vessel you took her from?",Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve.,Billy stood frowning. "Say, maybe Jacobs is the feller that fires the boilers that runs the windlass," he hazarded.,"And he left no address behind?" questioned Mr. Johnston.,"We'll not argue the point. St Vincent objects to inoculation for small-pox because he says that that disease is intended by God to keep the population down.","She was carryin' the big meat-platter on her arm an' she fell with her arm under her—an' broke it.",Billy laughed. "Gee! Ma's like that. Nobody gets 'way from her very easy. Here, fill your shirt with the rest o' these cookies, an I'll take the pan back; then we'll be goin'.","But, Billy," she remonstrated, "they'll be expecting you to bring some ducks home, you know.","Why this way. Ma'll come creepin' up here in the dark, when she thinks we're asleep an' she'll come straight to this—your bed. She'll turn down the clothes an' give me a slash or two, thinkin' it's you. I'll let her baste me some—then I'll speak to her. She'll be so surprised she'll ferget all about whalin' you. She's that way, you know. Like as not she'll laugh to think she basted me—an' she'll be good-natured. You needn't worry any about a lickin', Anse.",Harry paused and sat looking away, a reminiscent smile on his face.,"Well, then?" Billy sat down on a corner of the table and eyed his friend reproachfully.,"You bet it is," cried Billy..