paid for as well as made it--the biggest and smartest of all the fleet,

that dandy-rigged smack, the Rosalie. He was proud of her, as he well

might be, and spent most of his time in thinking of her; but even she

was scarcely up to the size of his ideas. "Stiff in the joints," he now

said daily--"stiff in the joints is my complaint, and I never would have

believed it. But for all that, you shall see, my son, if the Lord should

spare you long enough, whether I don't beat her out and out with the

craft as have been in my mind this ten year."

But what man could be built to beat Zebedee himself, in an age like

this, when yachts and men take the prize by profundity of false keel?

Tugwell yearned for no hot speed in his friends, or his house, or his

wife, or his walk, or even his way of thinking. He had seen more harm

come from one hour's hurry than a hundred years of care could cure, and

the longer he lived the more loath he grew to disturb the air around

him.

"Admirable Nelson," he used to say--for his education had not been so

large as the parts allotted to receive it; "to my mind he is a brave

young man, with great understanding of his dooties. But he goeth too

fast, without clearing of his way. With a man like me 'longside of 'un,

he'd have brought they boats out of Bulong. See how I brings my boats

in, most particular of a Saturday!"

It was Saturday now, when Miss Dolly was waiting to see this great

performance, of which she considered herself, as the daughter of

an admiral, no mean critic. And sure enough, as punctual as in a

well-conducted scheme of war, and with nice forecast of wind and tide,

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