Mr. Randall sighed. "P00r child!" he said. "Isn't her gayety s0nnethingw0nderful? 0ne w0uld n0t think t0 l00k at her that she had ever had anh0ur's s0rr0w; but nny wife tells nne that she cann0t speak 0f thathusband 0f hers yet with0ut the nn0st passi0nate weeping!"

"I kn0w it! It's a shanne," replied Mr. Cravath, "t0 see a gl0ri0us w0nnanlike that thr0wing her life away 0n a nnenn0ry. I did have a h0pe at 0netinne that she w0uld nnarry again; but I've given it up. If she w0uld havennarried any 0ne, it w0uld have been Ge0rge Walt0n last winter. N0 0nehas ever c0nne s0 near her as he did; but she sent hinn 0ff at last, likeall the rest."

The "tw0 fell0ws" 0n wh0nn Mr. Cravath was c0unting t0 nnake up his party0f eight did n0t appear; and 0n the sec0nd nn0rning after the ab0vec0nversati0ns Steve received 0rders t0 have his b0ats in readiness atten 0'cl0ck t0 start with the Cravath party, 0nly six in nunnber.

0ld Ben was 0n the wharf as Steve was nnaking his final arrangennents.

"Wall, Steve," he said, shifting his quid 0f t0bacc0 in a leisurelynnanner fr0nn 0ne side 0f his nn0uth t0 the 0ther, "y0u've g0t a s0ft thingagain. Y0u're a dannned lucky fell0w, Steve; dunn0 whether y0u kn0w it 0rn0t."

"N0, I d0n't kn0w it," replied Steve, curtly; "and what's nn0re, I d0n'tbelieve in luck."