The Old Sailor nodded approval as the letters were read, and then
traced Joshua's course on a map which he had brought with him,
stopping many times to tell the eager on-lookers of the wonders and
the glories of the beautiful South Pacific. The map was spread on the
table, and it was not an unattractive picture to see them all
clustered round the Old Sailor, peeping over his shoulders and under
his arms, as with his great forefinger he followed the ship from port
to port. Mrs. Marvel, who had taken to spectacles, found them of but
little use to her on this occasion, for the obstinate tears came into
her eyes and dropped into the ocean which the Old Sailor's forefinger
was ploughing. Minnie leaned over Dan's shoulder, and the table was so
small that she had to put her arm round Dan's neck and to put her face
close to his, so that she might see. A strange feeling of happiness
came upon Dan as her cheek nestled close to his; a feeling of
happiness so exquisite that all his senses were merged in it. The
common parlor, the eager faces peering at the map, the pleasant voice
of the Old Sailor explaining the route, all faded from before him, and
he was conscious of nothing but Minnie's presence. He felt the warm
contact of a soft hand; it was Minnie's hand, which in her eager
abstraction she had placed on his. He folded it in his, and she
allowed it to rest there. It was like a dream. He feared to move
and held his breath lest he should awake. A sudden murmur of
voices--voices that sounded for a moment as if they came from afar
off--aroused him; he looked into Minnie's face, and saw it lighted up
with a happiness that seemed to be a reflex of his own; and as she
turned her eyes to his, so luminous a beauty dwelt in them that he
could have fallen at her feet and worshipped her. But the dream was at
an end--the blissful silence which had encompassed him was invaded.
Minnie had returned to her corner, and his friends were speaking
together, and laughing and appealing to him upon some point which he
had not heard. Dan still felt the warm pressure of Minnie's hand and
the soft contact of her cheek; and unobserved he rested his lips upon
the palm which had clasped hers, and kissed it softly and wonderingly.
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