"I am sure of her
now," thought Frank; and, like a gallant seagod,
he bore down upon his prize, clutching it with a
shout of triumph. But the hat was empty, and like
a mocking echo came Debby's laugh, as she
climbed, exhausted, to a cranny in the rock.
"A very neat thing, by Jove! Deuse take me
if you a'n't 'an honor to your teacher, and a terror
to the foe,' Miss Wilder," cried Mr. Joe, as he
came up from a solitary cruise and dropped anchor
at her side. "Here, bring along the hat, Evan;
I'm going to crown the victor with apropriate
what-d'ye-call-'ems," he continued, pulling a handful
of sea-weed that looked like well-boiled greens.
Frank came up, smiling; but his lips were white,
and in his eye a look Debby could not meet; so,
being full of remorse, she naturally assumed an air
of gayety, and began to sing the merriest air she
knew, merely because she longed to throw herself
upon the stones and cry violently.
"It was 'most as exciting as a regatta, and you
pulled well, Evan; but you had too much ballast
aboard, and Miss Wilder ran up false colors just
in time to save her ship.
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