They
did not see the approaching lights of the _Petrel_, or hear the throb
of her screw; only the roaring hail of Alphonse awoke them from their
dream.
When they came on board, the observant Tinker saw the flush which came
and went in Dorothy's cheeks, and the new light in his father's eyes;
he saw her genuine surprise at finding herself so hungry. He observed
that his father was quite careless about the cause of the _Petrel's_
long absence, and his angel face was wreathed with the contented smile
of the truly meritorious.
After supper his father went on deck to watch the steering of the
yacht; Elsie fell asleep; and Dorothy sat, lost in a dream.
"Is it all right?" said Tinker softly.
"I don't know what you mean. You're a horrid scheming little boy,"
said Dorothy with shameless ingratitude.
"Yes; but _is_ it all right?" said Tinker.
"I shan't let you scheme like that when--when I'm your mother," said
Dorothy with virtuous severity, and she blushed.
"So it _is_ all right," said Tinker, and he chuckled.
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