'Oh no,' said Rough, 'we don't mind. Of course I'll leave it for you, Mr. Redding. Is there an answer?' But Mr. Redding, having thrust the note into the boy's hands, was already some paces off. He called out some rather incoherent reply, of which 'thank you, thank you,' were the only intelligible words. 'What a fussy little man,' said Alie. 'But papa said he was proud of his organ, and it would be horrid at church without it. Which is Pier Street, Rough, do you know?' 'Not a bit of it--nor which is Mr. Fairchild's shop, or if it is a shop. He only said at Mr. Fairchild's,' replied Randolph. 'I suppose any one can tell us however; it's not like London.' The 'Parade' at its farther end turned into the docks. The children walked on, tempted by the sight of the tall masts in front of them. 'Wouldn't I like to see over some of those ships,' said Rough. Just then a little group of sailors, looking little more than boys for the most part, in spite of their bronzed and sunburnt skin, passed them, chattering and whistling cheerily. They belonged to a vessel but newly arrived from some southern port. One could see how happy they were to be on English ground again--some of them maybe belonged to Seacove itself. 'Would you like to be a sailor, Rough?' said Alie. Randolph hesitated. 'No, I don't think so, but I like seeing ships and hearing about voyages.' '_I'd_ like to be a sailor,' said Bridget suddenly. Rosalys and her brother could not help laughing. 'What a funny sailor you'd make,' they said. And indeed it was not easy to imagine her short, compact, roundabout figure climbing up masts and darting about with the monkey-like swiftness of a smart little middy. 'I don't think you'd like it for long, Miss Biddy,' said Jane, the young maid. 'I came once, in my last place, from Scotland by sea, and though I wasn't at all ill, it was dreadful rough work. I was glad to feel my feet on firm land again.' 'Was it very stormy?' asked all the children together. 'And how long were you in the ship? Oh, do tell us about it, Jane.' Jane's value rose immensely on the spot. She was not a particularly lively girl generally, but this was quite a discovery. 'Was it a very big ship?' asked Bridget, 'or quite a teeny-weeny one, just big enough to hold all of us like?' 'You stupid little goose,' said Rough. 'You mean a boat--a _ship_ is never as little as that.' 'Boats and ships is all the same,' Biddy persisted; 'and I heard papa say there was a Scotch boat to Seacove twice a week--there now, Rough.' 'Oh well--but that's only a way of speaking. Papa didn't mean a real boat--a little boat. Now, if we could go down those steps right among all the ships I'd soon show you the difference.' 'But we mustn't, Rough,' said Alie anxiously. 'Not without papa or somebody big--any way we must ask leave first.'