Bewildered little Hal couldn’t at first understand what it all meant; and when his father, catching him up in his arms, pressed him passionately to his breast, the little man just burst out crying, and hid his wet face on his father’s shoulder. In this fashion he went back home, the boys following in a triumphal procession. An hour afterwards, when Master Harold had got rid of the uncomfortable feeling under his blouse, and put on a warm, dry suit of clothes, Jack Hardie told him how, when he fell plump into the water, the boys had all shouted out for help; and how the mate of the _Roseneath_ had sprung out of his cabin at the first cry, and, directed by Jack, without waiting even to take off his coat, had dived right down into the deep, dark water: how he had come up once without finding Hal, and, after taking breath, had gone down a second time in search of him; how he had hunted around in the water until at last, seeing something black below him, he had stretched down his leg, and his toe catching Hal under the chin, the gallant mate drew him up into his arms, and then made for the daylight; and how, when Harold first came out of the water, he seemed to be dead, but in a few minutes came to life again, and sat up, blinking his eyes like a young baby. All this, and more too, did Jack Hardie, proud of having such an audience—for, besides Mr. and Mrs. Owen, a dozen or more of the neighbours had run in to hear all about it—relate with great gusto. And as Harold realized how very near he had come to losing his life, and looked into his darling mother’s face streaming with tears of joy and gratitude, which but for the brave sailor would have been tears of bitter sorrow, he gathered up his little features into a most determined expression, and said,— "Mother, I’ll never disobey you again." Thus did his mother get her wish, and Master Harold his lasting impression, which many a time saved him from falling again into disobedience. *HOW WILBERFORCE BRENNAN VISITED WHITE BEAR CASTLE.* "Wilby! Wilby! come here; I want you," called a woman’s shrill voice at the foot of the stairs. And down from the little attic room came the answer promptly,— "All right, mother; I’m just coming." A minute later a stout, hearty lad of fifteen presented himself before his mother, and dutifully awaited her commands. "Why, Wilby," said she, "I was just thinking I had better send you over to Aunt Matilda’s to tell her that your father was going to town to-morrow. She’s pretty sure to want him to do something for her, and he goes so seldom nowadays she’ll be disappointed if we don’t let her know." "Well, mother," replied the boy, looking rather doubtfully out of the window, from which a vast expanse of desolate, snow-covered fields could be seen, "it’s not just the best kind of an afternoon to be going away over to aunty’s. There’s a heap of snow on the ground, it’s awfully cold, and the wind’s rising."