"Of course, though, she looked very different, because she was dead.
You are quite very positively sure my poor mamma was dead, Daddy
Captain?"
"She were," replied the Captain, with emphasis. "She were that, Pigeon
Pie! You couldn't find nobody deader, not if you'd sarched for a week.
Why, door nails, and Julius Caesar, and things o' that description,
would ha' been _lively_ compared with your poor ma when I see her.
Lively! that's what they'd ha' been."
The child nodded with an air of familiar interest, wholly untinged
with sadness. "I think," she said, laying her head against the old
man's shoulder, and curling one arm about his neck, "I think I should
like to hear about it again, please, Daddy. It's a long, long time
since you told me the whole of it."
"Much as a month, I should think it must be," assented the Captain.
"Why, Snowdrop, you know the story by heart, better'n I do, I believe.
'Pears to me I've told it reg'lar, once a month or so, ever since
you were old enough to understand it."
"Never mind!" said the Princess, with an imperious gesture. "That
makes no difference. I _want_ it now!"
"Wal, wal!" said the Captain, smoothing back the golden hair. "If
you _want_ it, why of course you must have it, Blossom! But first
I must light up, ye know.
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