“Sure it was a storm to be remimbered all the days of one’s life, so it was,” said Judith. “It is past,” answered Britomarte. When they were dressed Britomarte went into the parlor to open the windows and set the table, and Judith into the kitchen to make the fire and get the breakfast. Soon Justin came out of his room. “Good-morning, sister! The dreadful night is over, thank Heaven! How did you pass it?” he inquired of Britomarte. “As Macbeth passed the night of Banquo’s murder, in ‘starts and flaws,’” said Britomarte, smiling. “How is your sick man?” “In a fever. We shall have to keep him here for a few days until he gets better. I hope that Miss Riordan will not object to giving him a cup of tea and a round of dry toast this morning.” “Oh, no! Now that Judith’s panic has passed, she has come to her senses,” said Miss Conyers, going into the kitchen to give the requisite orders. “I’ll jist tell ye what, ma’am! There was only eight barrels iv flour saved out’n the wreck, and for nearly two years we three people have been eating of it; and for more than six months we four, counting the pirate, have been using it! And, though I’ve eked it out as well as I could, wid using male and rice and vigitables, still it is getting low! We’ve opened the last barrel, and this is the last loaf iv bread made out iv it; and I want it to last till to-morrow, so I do! And now you want to throw away a lot iv it in dhry toast for that haythen!” said the indignant Irish girl, as soon as she had received Miss Conyers’ orders. “Judith, I am ashamed of you! If it was our last loaf we should divide with a sick man, though that sick man were the greatest miscreant on earth! And with a whole barrel of flour, and when the flour gives out, a whole hogshead of wheat in the grain.” “Yis; but how is the whate to be ground at all, at all? Sure it will be slow work grinding it in the coffeemill! Troth it’s to your own interests I’m spaking—not mine!” “I know it, Judith. But now do an act of charity, and procure the tea and toast for the suffering sinner.” “Sure I’ll do it to plaze ye, and for no other raison in life,” said Judith, as she went about to execute the order. When this refreshment was ready, Justin took it in to the sick man and served him carefully before coming to his own breakfast. Britomarte waited for Justin, and when he returned, the coffee, rice muffins and broiled birds were brought in and they sat down to the table to enjoy their morning meal. After it was over, Justin took some books and carried them in to the sick man, who seemed to be suffering from a severe cold and debility more than any other illness. And then Justin went out to his work, which upon this day consisted of clearing away the litter strewn all over the ground by the storm of the past night. Britomarte went into her chamber and sat down at her favorite window to sew and to watch the sea.