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“Don’t fret yourself about that, Bob. I’ll have a job for you all right and one you’ll like,” said the engineer.,She desired to retire for a time to some obscure convent, there to await the issue of the event, which at present involved her in perplexity and sorrow.,Over the sea sailed the umbrella—and there were Johnny and Tellef in the rocking boat far out from land.,“We’re in for it again,” yelled Jerry to Bob, who was rowing. “Back water—hard!”,Stumbling over the rocks, he started off as fast as he could manage. Half blinded, he slipped off a rock and was plunged into the current. Instinct made him swim and the current helping him, he approached rapidly the place where he thought he had seen Jerry. Little by little his forced exertions cleared his brain and his determination to go on made him forget his pains.,"British, as I guessed," cried the Admiral.,"Well, you know that's better than a farmer's common niece," says Jack, consolingly.,“No,” answered Johnny frankly, looking up at his uncle and shaking his head energetically.,"'7—4,'" murmurs she, absently, still staring intently at the wall.,Bob shook the sleep out of his eyes and hustled into his clothes. When he came downstairs with Jerry he found that Mr. Whitney had already finished his breakfast and had gone out. So he and Jerry had theirs. During the meal Bob tried again to draw his new comrade out, but the same unwillingness to talk possessed Jerry. Bob rather wondered what was the matter. He had not been used to meeting with such reserve. He remembered also that during the conversation on the porch the night before Jerry had spoken hardly a word but sat in his chair motionless. At last, giving it up as a bad job, he finished his meal in silence. Steve Whitney met them in the lobby.,"From you? Was there ever such a dear silly old goose," says Mrs. Geoffrey, with a faint, loving laugh. And then, with a small sigh full of content, she forgets her cares for others for awhile, and, nestling closer to him, lays her head upon his shoulder and rests there happily until they reach the Towers.,The moon was without power until shortly after midnight; her light silvered the sails of the ship ahead, and she grew out of the gloom into a fairy-like fantasy that might have been some symmetrical form of moon-touched mist fleeting down the wind, or some snow-robed height whose base lay behind the horizon..