Having surveyed their new quarters, the major and his wife returned to the quarter-deck, and amused themselves by watching the arrival of their baggage. Mrs. Barron seated herself upon a chair brought up for her use, and took her youngest daughter in her lap, in order that Adèle, the bonne, might be free to direct which packages were required to be placed in the cabin, while Miss Barbara begged leave to be allowed to talk with Mr. Thompson, whom she termed, in her own charmingly-original language, "the man with the curly eye." As Jerry smiled upon her, and watched her every movement in a most admiring manner, Mrs. Barron gave the required permission, and the child walked half-way towards him, pretended to look shyly upon the deck, raised her bright eyes, lowered them again,--then, with a merry little laugh, rushed to the acting boatswain, who had knelt to receive her, and throwing her arms round his neck, hugged him as if he had been an old friend. As the baggage was being moved about the deck, and it was possible the child might get in the way, Thompson took her upon his left arm and walked over to the port side, where he seated himself upon a shot-box. Having slid down upon his knee, the little pet carefully smoothed her ruffled garments; then, with a mingled expression of delight and coquetry, looked up in his face, and said, "How do you do, sir?" "Werry well, thankee, miss. Why, you're as pretty as a pictur. What's your name, missy?" The artful little monkey knew she had made an impression, so she bashfully inclined her head, and murmured "Cops." "Cops, you beauty! Why, that ain't a name, is it?" "No," exclaimed the cherub, shaking her head, as if to say, "Now, don't you want to know all about me?" "It's a purser's name, ain't it pretty?" "No," continued the wide-awake one, not exactly knowing the meaning of the word, yet almost guessing its import. "I call _my_-self Cops." "Do you, beauty? Well, any name is nice that you are called by. But what is your regular name?" "Barbara Barron," demurely whispered the infant, playing with Mr. Thompson's gold chain as she spoke. "My name is Barbara Barron, but I call _my_-self _Cops_." "You're the prettiest darling I ever saw," declared her admirer. "You're as beautiful as a fairy. I'll do anything for you." At this moment her papa came on deck, and seeing her seated upon Mr. Thompson's knee, pointed her out to the captain, observing, "There's Barbara captivating the boatswain; oh, that baby, never happy but when receiving attention from the other sex." But Tortle, who considered children rather a bore, merely observed that the boatswain would take good care of her, and took no further notice of the little darling. Seeing her father, the young lady inquired if her parrot had come on board, upon which Thompson asked her what the bird was like.