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a penny an hour to such market-women as came too
late to find room on the steps were unoccupied; knocked over here and
there, as if people had passed by in haste.
Molly took in all at a glance, and interpreted the signs, though she had
no time to explain their meaning, and her consequent course of action,
to Sylvia, but darted into a corner shop.
'T' whalers is coming home! There's one lying outside t' bar!'
This was put in the form of an assertion; but the tone was that of eager
cross-questioning.
'Ay!' said a lame man, mending fishing-nets behind a rough deal
counter. 'She's come back airly, and she's brought good news o' t' others,
as I've heered say. Time was I should ha' been on th' staithes throwing
up my cap wit' t' best on 'em; but now it pleases t' Lord to keep me at
home, and set me to mind other folks' gear. See thee, wench, there's a
vast o' folk ha' left their skeps o' things wi' me while they're away down
to t' quay side. Leave me your eggs and be off wi' ye for t' see t' fun, for
mebbe ye'll live to be palsied yet, and then ye'll be fretting ower spilt

milk, and that ye didn't tak' all chances when ye was young. Ay, well!
they're out o' hearin' o' my moralities; I'd better find a lamiter like
mysen to preach to, for it's not iverybody has t' luck t' clargy has of
saying their say out whether folks likes it or not.'
He put the baskets carefully away with much of such talk as this
addressed to himself while he did so. Then he sighed once or twice; and
then he took the better course and began to sing over his tarry work.
Molly and Sylvia were far along the staithes by the time he got to this
point of cheerfulness. They ran on, regardless of stitches and pains in
the side; on along the river bank to where the concourse of people was
gathered. There was no great length of way between the Butter Cross
and the harbour; in five minutes the breathless girls were close together
in the best place they could get for seeing, on the outside of the crowd;
and in as short a time longer they were pressed inwards, by fresh
arrivals, into the very midst of the throng. All eyes were directed to the
ship, beating her anchor just outside the bar, not a quarter of a mile
away. The custom-house officer was just gone aboard of her to receive
the captain's report of his cargo, and make due examination. The men
who had taken him out in his boat were rowing back to the shore, and
brought small fragments of news when they landed a little distance
from the crowd, which moved as one man to hear what was to be told.
Sylvia took a hard grasp of the hand of the older and more experienced
Molly, and listened open-mouthed to the answers she was extracting
from a gruff old sailor she happened to find near her.
'What ship is she?'
'T' Resolution of Monkshaven!' said he, indignantly, as if any goose
might have known that.
'An' a good Resolution, and a blessed ship she's been to me,' piped out
an old woman, close at Mary's elbow. 'She's brought me home my ae'
lad--for he shouted to yon boatman to bid him tell me he was well. 'Tell
Peggy Christison,' says he (my name is Margaret Christison)--'tell
Peggy Christison as her son Hezekiah is come back safe and sound.'
The Lord's name be praised! An' me a widow as never thought to see

my lad again!'
It seemed as if everybody relied on every one else's sympathy in that
hour of great joy.
'I ax pardon, but if you'd gie me just a bit of elbow-room for a minute
like, I'd hold my babby up, so that he might see daddy's ship, and
happen, my master might see him. He's four months old last Tuesday
se'nnight, and his feyther's never clapt eyne on him yet, and he wi' a
tooth through, an another just breaking, bless him!'
One or two of the better end of the Monkshaven inhabitants stood a
little before Molly and Sylvia; and as they moved in compliance with
the young mother's request, they overheard some of the information
these ship-owners had received from the boatman.
'Haynes says they'll send the manifest of the cargo ashore in twenty
minutes, as soon as Fishburn has looked over the casks. Only eight
whales, according to what he says.'
'No one can tell,' said the other, 'till the manifest comes to hand.'
'I'm afraid he's right. But he brings a good report of