'Harry! O, Harry! I'm coming;' and she had scarcely had time to shut the door previous to taking down the chain, before the three others were in the hall, the tumult of greetings breaking forth. 'But where's Polly?' he asked, as soon as he was free to look round them all. 'Going to bed with a bad headache,' was the answer, with which Daisy had sense enough not to interfere; and the sailor had been brought into the drawing-room, examined on his journey, and offered supper, before he returned to the charge. 'Nothing really the matter with Mary, I hope?' 'Oh! no--nothing.' 'Can't I go up and see her?' 'Not just at present,' said Ethel. 'I will see how she is when she is in bed, but if she is going to sleep, we had better not disturb her.' 'Harry thinks she must sleep better for the sight of him,' said the Doctor; 'but it is a melancholy business.--Harry, your nose is out of joint.' 'Who is it?' said Harry, gravely. 'Ah! you have chosen a bad time to come home. We shall know no comfort till it is over.' 'Who?' cried Harry; 'no nonsense, Gertrude, I can't stand guessing.' This was directed to Gertrude, who was only offending by pursed lips and twinkling eyes, because he could not fall foul of his father. Dr. May took pity, and answered at once. 'Cheviot!' cried Harry. 'Excellent! He always did know how to get the best of everything. Polly turning into a Mrs. Hoxton. Ha! ha! Well, that is a relief to my mind.' 'You did look rather dismayed, certainly. What were you afraid of?' 'Why, when that poor young Leonard Ward's business was in the papers, a messmate of mine was asked if we were not all very much interested, because of some attachment between some of us. I thought he must mean me or Tom, for I was tremendously smitten with that sweet pretty girl, and I used to be awfully jealous of Tom, but when I heard of Mary going to bed with a headache, and that style of thing, I began to doubt, and I couldn't stand her taking up with such a dirty little nigger as Henry Ward was at school.' 'I think you might have known Mary better!' exclaimed Gertrude. 'And it's not Tom either?' he asked. 'Exactly the reverse,' laughed his father. 'Well, Tom is a sly fellow, and he had a knack of turning up whenever one wanted to do a civil thing by that poor girl. Where is she now?' 'At New York.' 'They'd better take care how they send me to watch the Yankees, then.' 'Your passion does not alarm me greatly,' laughed the Doctor. 'I don't think it ever equalled that for the reigning ship. I hope there's a vacancy in that department for the present, and that we may have you at home a little.' 'Indeed, sir, I'm afraid not,' said Harry. 'I saw Captain Gordon at Portsmouth this morning, and he tells me he is to go out in the Clio to the Pacific station, and would apply for me as his first lieutenant, if I liked to look up the islands again. So, if you have any commissions for Norman, I'm your man. 'And how soon?'