Sam would have made some objections, if he dared; but Peter took things in his own hands, and seemed to feel that, for once, at least, he must be minded: so rolling the whole together, and tying them in a very knowing manner, 'Now come along, my hearty,' he stumped it out of the room, and through the gallery, and down the stairs, and laying the bundle in the hall, crossed to the apartment where Sam had formerly been introduced to the presence of Mrs. Morris; and before he had time to reflect or make opposition, Peter was knocking at the door. A very pleasant smile and exclamation of delight, on the part of Mrs. Morris, greeted Sam as he entered. 'Why, Peter!--who would have thought they could have fitted so well; and how very apropos they look. A sailor boy, he is now--is he not, Peter?' 'All but the shoes, please you, madam.' And Peter, not having his hat on, touched his queue. 'Oh, well; I think master Sam will be much pleased with the shoes, especially as he is on shore now. But let him come here--give me the neckerchief, Susie.' Susie walked to the table, and brought the little parcel and placed it in her mother's hand. 'Here is a present from Susie; she has hemmed it herself, and I suppose ought to honor you by tying it on; but as she is a little bashful about it, I must do it for her.' Sam was too much confounded to make any opposition; but his flushed countenance told how he felt. 'I suppose I cannot put it on after true sailor fashion, but I believe it must have a single tie, and hang loose, in this style. Will that do, Peter?' 'That's the thing, madam.' 'What shall I ever do for you, ma'am, you are so good to me?' 'Oh, perhaps you will do a great deal for us yet; and you know, my dear boy, that we are under obligations to you we cannot soon get rid of.' 'I am sure, ma'am'--and Sam looked intently at Mrs. Morris, his whole countenance beaming with honest emotion--'I don't know what I have done that you should say so. If you mean my trying to save Miss Susan, why I am sure, ma'am, if I had not done it, I wouldn't be fit to live. I would do it again, if I knew I should die for it; I am sure I would, and so would any one.' Mrs. Morris could not repress the starting tear, nor could she make an immediate reply. Sam's whole demeanor took her by surprise--she did not expect such a burst of genuine gallantry. 'God bless you, my good fellow! you have a noble heart, and will make a proud station for yourself, yet; but keep in mind, that _the path to honor lies through difficulties and dangers_.' As she said this, her hand was smoothing down the dark curls which lay, in all their natural carelessness, around Sam's fine forehead. 'But, Peter, only think! we have forgotten the hat--what a pity!' Peter made no reply, otherwise than by handling his queue, and rolling his quid from one side of his mouth to the other. 'How could you let me forget it, Peter?' 'Oh, ma'am, don't think of it; you have given me too many things already.'