Glory swept him a curtsy, flashed a radiant smile upon him and was tempted to hug him; but she refrained from this, not knowing how such a caress might be received. Then she thanked and thanked him till he bade her stop, and with her tin cup in her hand sped homeward again, crying: "Here am I, grandpa! More milk 'an you can shake a stick at, with the store-man's respeckses an' all. A hull pint! Think o' that! An' only just a teeny, tiny mite sour. Isn't he the nicest one to give it to us just for nothin'? An' he's another sort of Elbow folks, though he's off a bit around the block. Oh, this is just the loveliest world there is! An' who'd want to go to that old 'Snug Harbor' an' leave such dear, dear people, I sh'd like to know? Not me nor you, Cap'n Simon Beck, an' you know it!" Glory sat down and watched her grandsire make the best dinner he could upon cold porridge and sour milk, her face radiant with pleasure that she had been able so well to supply him, and almost forgetting that horrid, all-gone feeling in her own small stomach. Never mind, a peanut or so might come her way, if Toni Salvatore, the little Italian with the long name, should happen to be in a good humor and fling them to her, for well he knew that of the stock he trusted to her, not a single goober would be extracted for her personal enjoyment; and this was why he oftener bestowed upon her a tiny bag of the dainties than upon any other of his small sales people. The captain finished his meal and did not distress his darling by admitting that it was still distasteful, then rose, slung his basket of frames over his shoulder, took Bo'sn's leading-string, and passed out to his afternoon's peddling and singing. But, though he had kissed her good-bye, Glory dashed after him, begging still another and another caress, and feeling the greatest reluctance to letting him go, yet equally unwilling to have him stay. "If he stays here that man will come and maybe get him, whether or no; an' if he goes, the shiny colonel may meet him outside and take him anyhow. If only he'd sing alongside o' my peddlin' route! But he won't. He never will. He hates to hear me holler. He says 'little maids shouldn't do it'; only I have to, to buy my sewin' things with; an'----My, I clean forgot Posy Jane's jacket! I must hurry an' finish it, then off to peanuttin'," pondered the child, and watched the blind man making his way, so surely and safely, around the corner into the next street, with Bo'sn walking proudly ahead, what tail he had pointing skyward and his one good ear pricked forward, intent and listening. The old captain in the faded uniform he still wore, and the faithful little terrier, who guided his sightless master through the dangers of the city streets with almost a human intelligence were to Goober Glory the two dearest objects in the world, and for them she would do anything and everything.