“Troth,” said Judith, “whoever comes afther us can’t say as we’re not good housekeepers; for sure they’ll find everything convanient to their hands, so they will.” No one answered the girl. But Justin, with a grave face, summoned the two women to his side, and then, reverently lifting his hat, returned thanks to Divine Providence for their long preservation on the desert island, and for their present happy deliverance, and invoked his blessing on the isle they were leaving, that it might yet become the cultivated and populous habitation of civilized and Christian man, and on their own coming voyage, that it might have a prosperous course and happy end. And then the three went out of the house, closing the front door behind them, and taking their way to the beach, followed by the faithful little dog. Justin carried on his shoulder the last box, which came out of Britomarte’s room, filled with combs, brushes, towels, etc. Down on the sands they found the boat waiting for them under the command of Lieutenant Ethel, who, to do them honor, had come in person to take them on board. Crummie was already in the boat, to which she had been enticed by Judith’s old device of a pail of “warrum male and wather.” And now, with her nose in that delicious mess, she remained quiet enough while the boat was still. Lieutenant Ethel stepped on shore, bowed profoundly to Britomarte, and held out his hands to Mr. Rosenthal, with a hearty: “Good-morning.” “I hope we have not kept you waiting,” said Justin. “Not a moment. We have only just got Mistress Cudd in here,” laughed the young man, pointing to Crummie. They all then got into the boat. Judith went immediately and stood by the head of the cow, with her hand on the creature’s neck, ready to soothe and control her in case she should become frightened and restive when the boat should begin to move. But Crummie had seen too many ups and downs in this world to be disturbed by trifles, and so she made the passage to the ship with great composure. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE CRUISE. The captain of the _Xyphias_ stood on deck to receive his passengers. The deck was a scene of great bustle, with the seamen getting ready to make sail. Some were weighing anchor, some loosing the topsails and courses, and others coiling down the ropes. Through the crowd the captain led his passengers to the head of the gang-ladder, and took them down below to the gundeck where his own quarters were situated, and he assigned them berths in his own cabin. Britomarte and her attendant had a stateroom to themselves, and Justin had a share in the captain’s stateroom. It appeared from all this that they were to be received as the captain’s own guests, and have seats at his private table as well as berths in his cabin. Having introduced his guests to their new quarters, the captain returned to his post on deck. And the noise of getting under way roared and thundered overhead.