I had just resolved not to assist him in his task, for it was a little humiliating to have my crew paid for what they had done, when Miss Blanche and Miss Margie came on the hurricane deck. They were already fast friends. The English girl began to pour out a volley of questions about the river and the steamers we saw, and I answered them as well as I could; but Colonel Hungerford was better acquainted with the scene, and he took the task upon himself of informing her, leaving Miss Blanche to ply me with other interrogatories. I told her all about the steamer, her going south, our adventures in Florida, and our yachting on the Mississippi, which had thus far been a series of adventures. Then she wanted to know who and what my father was, and I told her all I had just related to her father. "Then you will one day be Sir Alexander Garningham, and as a genuine republican, I shall be under the necessity of hating you, Captain Alick," said she, mirthfully. "Then I promise never to allow myself to be called by that title," I replied. "I have said as much to my father; and he does not like to be called by anything but his military title, for he says he has earned that fighting against the enemies of his queen. But I am a democrat, and don't believe in any titles. Are you really a Republican, Miss Hungerford?" "I am a republican, but I am also a Democrat." "I see! and I am a democrat and also a Republican." "I don't think it will be safe for us to talk politics. You may do that with father." "I have told you my story, Miss Hungerford; and now it is no more than fair that you should tell me yours," I added. "I shall be very happy to give you my whole history from my birth to the present day," replied the fair maiden, laughing. "I was born at St. Charles, and lived there and in New Orleans until about a year ago, since which time we have resided most of the time in Baton Rouge." "Then your home is not at St. Charles?" "Oh, yes! Our home is there, but we have one at the capital of the state also," said the mischievous girl. "I thought you were going to your uncle's in Baton Rouge to stay until the mansion was repaired." "I haven't any uncle in Baton Rouge, or anywhere else," chuckled Miss Blanche. "Your father certainly said he should stay at his brother's in Baton Rouge," I added, puzzled by the statement. "That was just as we girls used to say we were 'going to grandmother's' when we went to the seminary." "Who is your father, Miss Hungerford?" I asked, repeating the question the planter had put to me. "Colonel Hungerford," she answered, naively. "Yes, I know; but what is he?" "The Governor of Louisiana," replied Miss Blanche, with a merry laugh. "The governor!" I exclaimed, appalled to think I had been talking so familiarly to the chief magistrate of the state.