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of the sitting-room with the bag.
"Steward!" rasped the captain.
"Yessir," said the unhappy Mr. Wilks.
"Go and sit down in the kitchen, and don't leave this house till you're
sober."
Mr. Wilks disappeared. He was not in his first lustre, but he was an
ardent admirer of the sex, and in an absent-minded way he passed his
arm round the handmaiden's waist, and sustained a buffet which made
his head ring.
"A man o' your age, and drunk, too," explained the damsel.
Mr. Wilks denied both charges. It appeared that he was much younger
than he looked, while, as for drink, he had forgotten the taste of it. A
question as to the reception Ann would have accorded a boyish
teetotaler remained unanswered.
In the sitting-room Mrs. Kingdom, the captain's widowed sister, put
down her crochet-work as her brother entered, and turned to him
expectantly. There was an expression of loving sympathy on her mild
and rather foolish face, and the captain stiffened at once.
"I was in the wrong," he said, harshly, as he dropped into a chair; "my
certificate has been suspended for six months, and my first officer has
been commended."
"Suspended?" gasped Mrs. Kingdom, pushing back the white streamer
to the cap which she wore in memory of the late Mr. Kingdom, and
sitting upright. You?"
"I think that's what I said," replied her brother.
Mrs. Kingdom gazed at him mournfully, and, putting her hand behind
her, began a wriggling search in her pocket for a handkerchief, with the

idea of paying a wholesome tribute of tears. She was a past-master in
the art of grief, and, pending its extraction, a docile tear hung on her
eyelid and waited. The captain eyed her preparations with silent anger.
"I am not surprised," said Mrs. Kingdom, dabbing her eyes; "I expected
it somehow. I seemed to have a warning of it. Something seemed to tell
me; I couldn't explain, but I seemed to know."
She sniffed gently, and, wiping one eye at a time, kept the disengaged
one charged with sisterly solicitude upon her brother. The captain, with
steadily rising anger, endured this game of one-eyed bo-peep for five
minutes; then he rose and, muttering strange things in his beard, stalked
upstairs to his room.
Mrs. Kingdom, thus forsaken, dried her eyes and resumed her work.
The remainder of the family were in the kitchen ministering to the
wants of a misunderstood steward, and, in return, extracting
information which should render them independent of the captain's
version.
"Was it very solemn, Sam?" inquired Miss Nugent, aged nine, who was
sitting on the kitchen table.
Mr. Wilks used his hands and eyebrows to indicate the solemnity of the
occasion.
"They even made the cap'n leave off speaking," he said, in an awed
voice.
"I should have liked to have been there," said Master Nugent, dutifully.
"Ann," said Miss Nugent, "go and draw Sam a jug of beer."
"Beer, Miss?" said Ann.
"A jug of beer," repeated Miss Nugent, peremptorily.
Ann took a jug from the dresser, and Mr. Wilks, who was watching her,
coughed helplessly. His perturbation attracted the attention of his

hostess, and, looking round for the cause, she was just in time to see
Ann disappearing into the larder with a cream jug.
[Illustration: "His perturbation attracted the attention of his hostess."]
"The big jug, Ann," she said, impatiently; "you ought to know Sam
would like a big one."
Ann changed the jugs, and, ignoring a mild triumph in Mr. Wilks's eye,
returned to the larder, whence ensued a musical trickling. Then Miss
Nugent, raising the jug with some difficulty, poured out a tumbler for
the steward with her own fair hands.
"Sam likes beer," she said, speaking generally.
"I knew that the first time I see him, Miss," re-marked the vindictive
Ann.
Mr. Wilks drained his glass and set it down on the table again, making
a feeble gesture of repulse as Miss Nugent refilled it.
"Go on, Sam," she said, with kindly encouragement; "how much does
this jug hold, Jack?"
"Quart," replied her brother.
"How many quarts are there in a gallon?"
"Four."
Miss Nugent looked troubled. "I heard father say he drinks gallons a
day," she remarked; "you'd better fill all the jugs, Ann."
"It was only 'is way o' speaking," said Mr. Wilks, hurriedly; "the cap'n
is like that sometimes."
"I knew a man once, Miss," said Ann, "as used to prefer to 'ave it in a
wash-hand basin. Odd, ugly-looking man 'e was; like Mr. Wilks in the
face, only better-looking."

Mr. Wilks sat upright and, in the mental struggle involved in taking in
this insult in all its ramifications, did not notice until too late that Miss
Nugent had filled his glass again.
"It must ha' been nice for the captain to 'ave