Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"I don't know what sort of young ladies are put into books; but you need
not be at all afraid of anyone, May, I am sure of that," observed the
dame. "I have known several young ladies in my time. There was poor
Miss Ellen Castleton, and three very nice girls who all married well at
another house where I was in service, and they could not have held a
candle to you, that they couldn't; but I must not say that for fear of
making you vain, my dear. Just do you feel what is true, that you are
equal to any of them and that will make you comfortable and at home.
However, as Mr Harry has not come home and the day is not yet fixed,
there will be time to talk about it; only if the ladies say anything
just tell them that I should be so much obliged if they would let you
go, and that I will take good care of you, and you shall come to no harm
or do anything they won't like."
May gladly promised, for she felt curious to see Texford, since she had
only a very faint recollection of the place.
As evening was approaching she wished her foster-parents good-bye. Just
as she left the house Jacob came up from the boat. She greeted him in
her usual unaffected way, but he seemed even less at his ease than he
had been of late when he met her.
"Brother Jacob," said May, "I am so glad you are come. I wanted to ask
you to collect me some shells, as many as you can find time to gather;
not all winkles and cockles, remember, but as great a variety as
possible. The ladies have a fancy for making a grotto in the garden,
and I have undertaken to adorn the inside with shapes of all sorts of
strange creatures to be formed with the shells. They will, I am sure,
gladly pay you for your trouble, and I shall be much obliged to you if
you can get them as soon as possible."
"If it's to please you, Miss May, I will do it with all my heart, and I
want no payment," answered Jacob, his strong manly voice trembling more
than he was aware of. Jacob was now a fine specimen of a stout young
sailor.
"What has come over you, Jacob?" exclaimed May, with a look of surprise,
yet laughing as she spoke. "I never heard you call me Miss May before.
I hope you are not offended at my saying that the ladies would pay you;
they would not think it fair to employ your time without some
recompense."
"But if it's for you, I want no pay, and cannot take it," said Jacob,
his voice softening as he spoke. "I will get the shells, that I will
gladly, as many basketfuls as you may want; only tell me when I bring
them if there are not enough, and I will get more."
"Thank you, Jacob, I am sure you will," said May, and without further
noticing his peculiar manner she tripped lightly away on her homeward
road.
Jacob stood gazing at her with his hand on the door till she was out of
sight. He then, instead of entering the cottage as he had previously
intended, made his way in the direction she had gone.
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