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They had an extra room at home, or could make
one by his sleeping in the sitting room. Why shouldn't they take the
stranger to board? The money would certainly be acceptable. He
determined to propose it.
"If we lived in a nicer house," he said, "I'd ask you to board at my
mother's."
"Would she take me, my lad?"
"I think she would; but we are poor, and live in a small house."
"That makes no odds. I ain't a bit particular, as long as I can feel at
home. So heave ahead, my lad, and we'll go and see this mother of
yours, and hear what she has to say about it."
Jack took the way home well pleased, and, opening the front door,
entered the sitting room, followed by the sailor.
Aunt Rachel looked up nervously, and exclaimed: "A man!"
"Yes, ma'am," said the stranger. "I'm a man, and no mistake. Are you
this lad's mother?"
"No, sir!" answered Rachel, emphatically. "I am nobody's mother."
"Oh, an old maid!" said the sailor, whose mode of life had made him
unceremonious.
"I am a spinster," said Rachel, with dignity.
"That's the same thing," said the visitor, sitting down opposite Aunt
Rachel, who eyed him suspiciously.
"My aunt, Rachel Harding, Capt. Bowling," introduced Jack. "Aunt

Rachel, Capt. Bowling is the commander of a vessel now in port."
Aunt Rachel made a stiff courtesy, and Capt. Bowling eyed her
curiously.
"Are you fond of knitting, ma'am?" he asked.
"I am not fond of anything," said Rachel, mournfully. "We should not
set our affections upon earthly things."
"You wouldn't say that if you had a beau, ma'am," said Capt. Bowling,
facetiously.
"A beau!" repeated Rachel, horror-stricken.
"Yes, ma'am. I suppose you've had a beau some time or other."
"I don't think it proper to talk on such a subject to a stranger," said Aunt
Rachel, primly.
"Law, ma'am, you needn't be so particular."
Just at this moment, Mrs. Harding entered the room, and was
introduced to Capt. Bowling by Jack. The captain proceeded to
business at once.
"Your son, here, ma'am, told me you might maybe swing a hammock
for me somewhere in your house. I liked his looks, and here I am."
"Do you think you would be satisfied with our plain fare, and humble
dwelling, Capt. Bowling?"
"I ain't hard to suit, ma'am; so, if you can take me, I'll stay."
His manner was frank, although rough; and Mrs. Harding cheerfully
consented to do so. It was agreed that Bowling should pay five dollars a
week for the three or four weeks he expected to stay.
"I'll be back in an hour," said the new boarder. "I've got a little business

to attend to before supper."
When he had gone out, Aunt Rachel began to cough ominously.
Evidently some remonstrance was coming.
"Martha," she said, solemnly, "I'm afraid you've done wrong in taking
that sailor man."
"Why, Rachel?"
"He's a strange man."
"I don't see anything strange about him," said Jack.
"He spoke to me about having a beau," said Aunt Rachel, in a shocked
tone.
Jack burst into a fit of hearty laughter. "Perhaps he's going to make you
an offer, Aunt Rachel," he said. "He wants to see if there's anybody in
the way."
Rachel did not appear so very indignant.
"It was improper for a stranger to speak to me on that subject," she said,
mildly.
"You must make allowances for the bluntness of a sailor," said Mrs.
Harding.
For some reason Rachel did not seem as low-spirited as usual that
evening. Capt. Bowling entertained them with narratives of his
personal adventures, and it was later than usual when the lamps were
put out, and they were all in bed.
CHAPTER V
THE CAPTAIN'S DEPARTURE
"Jack," said the captain, at breakfast, the next morning, "how would

you like to go round with me to see my vessel?"
"I'll go," said Jack, promptly.
"Very likely he'll fall over into the water and be drowned," suggested
Aunt Rachel, cheerfully.
"I'll take care of that, ma'am," said Capt. Bowling. "Won't you come
yourself?"
"I go to see a vessel!" repeated Rachel.
"Yes; why not?"
"I am afraid it wouldn't be proper to go with a stranger," said Rachel,
with a high sense of propriety.
"I'll promise not to run away with you," said the captain, bluntly. "If I
should attempt it, Jack, here, would interfere."
"No, I wouldn't," said Jack. "It wouldn't be proper for me to interfere
with Aunt Rachel's plans."
"You seem to speak as if your aunt proposed to run away," said Mr.
Harding, jocosely.
"You shouldn't speak of such things, nephew; I am shocked," said
Rachel.
"Then you won't go, ma'am?" asked the captain.
"If I thought it was consistent with propriety," said Rachel, hesitating.
"What do you