He thought of his wealth for
once from a different point of view. "
"Rot! Mac, what do you suppose the natives used to call her? The
Dawn Pearl!"
McClintock wagged his Scotch head negatively. The Wastrel,
his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. Grudgingly
he admired her. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior
Prom. On this side stood the instruments with which the
latter piece of pleasantry had been effected,—namely, a bucket filled with paint
and a brush: on that was erected a trophy, consisting of a watchman's rattle, a
laced hat, with the crown knocked out, and its place supplied by a lantern, a
campaign wig saturated with punch, a torn steen-kirk and ruffles, some halfdozen staves, and a broken sword. She rose
from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. Arrived at her side, it
was soon evident, from the throng of seamen in Dutch dresses that displayed
themselves, that her crew were on the alert, and a rope having been thrown down
to the skipper, he speedily hoisted himself on deck. At
least I can’t talk to them. Jackson, gallantly.
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