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"Gently, Roger," Mistress Beggs said, as he entered the room where she and her two
daughters were sitting, at work. "We are truly glad to see you, but you must remember
that we stay-at-home people are not accustomed to the boisterous ways of the sea."
The reproof was administered in a kindly tone, but Roger colored to the hair; for indeed,
in his delight at being back again, he had forgotten the manners that were expected from
a lad of his age, on shore. However, he knew that, although Mistress Beggs was
somewhat precise in her ways, she was thoroughly kind; and always treated him as if he
were a nephew of her own, rather than a young cousin of her husband's. He therefore
recovered at once from his momentary confusion, and stepped forward to receive the
salute Mistress Beggs always gave him, on his return from his voyages.
"Dorothy, Agnes, you remember your Cousin Roger?"
The two girls, who had remained seated at their work--which had, however, made but
little progress since their father had run in, two hours before, to say that the Swan was
signaled in the Sound--now rose, and each made a formal courtesy, and then held up her
cheek to be kissed, according to the custom of the day; but there was a little smile of
amusement on their faces that would have told a close observer that, had their mother not
been present, their greeting would have been a warmer and less ceremonious one.
"Well, well, Roger," Mistress Beggs went on, "it is marvelous to see how fast you grow!
Why, it is scarce six months since you sailed away, and you seem half a head taller than
you were when you went! And so the Swan has returned safely, without damage or
peril?"
"No damage to speak of, Cousin Mercy, save for a few shot holes in her hull, and a good
many patches on her side--the work of a Moorish corsair, with whom we had a sharp
brush by the way."
"And was there loss of life, Roger?"
"We have come back nine hands shorter than we sailed with, and there are a few on board
still unfit for hard work."

"And did you fight, Cousin Roger?" Dorothy Beggs asked.
"I did what I could with my bow, until I got alongside, and then joined in the melee as
well as I could. The heathen fought bravely, but they were not a match for our men; being
wanting in weight and strength, and little able to stand up against the crushing blows of
our axes. But they are nimble and quick with their curved swords; and the fierceness of
their faces, and their shouting, would have put men out of countenance who had less
reason to be confident than ours."
"And the trading has gone well?" asked Mistress Beggs, who was known to have a keen
eye to the main chance.
"I believe that my father's well satisfied, Cousin Mercy, and that the venture has turned
out fully as well as he looked for."
"That is well, Roger.
"Do you girls go on with your work. You can sew while you are listening. I will go and
see that the preparations for dinner are going on regularly, for the maids are apt to give
way to talk and gossip, when they know that the Swan is in."
As soon as she had left the room, the two girls threw down their work and, running across
to Roger, saluted him most heartily.
"That is a much better welcome," Roger said, "than the formal greetings you before gave
me. I wonder what Cousin Mercy would have said, had she chanced to come in again."
"Mother guessed well enough what it would be, when we were alone together," Dorothy
said, laughing. "She always thinks it right on special occasions to keep us to our manners,
and to make us sure that we know how it is becoming to behave; but you know well,
Roger, that she is not strict with us generally, and likes us to enjoy ourselves. When we
are staying up at the farm with Aunt Peggy, she lets us run about as we will; and never
interferes with us, save when our spirits carry us away altogether. I think we should be
glad if we always lived in the country.
"But now, Roger, let us hear much more about your voyage, and the fight with the Moors.
Are they black men?"
"Not at all, Dorothy. They are not very much darker than our own fishermen, when they
are bronzed by the sun and wind. There are black men who live somewhere near their
country, and there were several of these fighting with them. These blacks are bigger men
than the Moors, and have