Kitty, and they are the sailors' friends. Mother Carey sends them to warn seafarers of approaching storms and bids them go out all over the seas to show the good birds the way home. You'll have your hands full if you're going to be Mother Carey's chickens." "I'd love to show good birds the way home!" said Gilbert. "Can a naughty bird show a good bird the way home, Addy?" This bland question came from Nancy, who had a decided talent for sarcasm, considering her years. (Of course the Admiral might have stopped the children from calling him Addy, but they seemed to do it because "Admiral" was difficult, and anyway they loved him so much they simply had to take some liberties with him. Besides, although he was the greatest disciplinarian that ever walked a deck, he was so soft and flexible on land that he was perfectly ridiculous and delightful.) The day when the children were christened Mother Carey's chickens was Nancy's tenth birthday, a time when the family was striving to give her her proper name, having begun wrong with her at the outset. She was the first, you see, and the first is something of an event, take it how you will. It is obvious that at the beginning they could not address a tiny thing on a pillow as Nancy, because she was too young. She was not even alluded to at that early date as "she," but always as "it," so they called her "baby" and let it go at that. Then there was a long period when she was still too young to be called Nancy, and though, so far as age was concerned, she might properly have held on to her name of baby, she could n't with propriety, because there was Gilbert then, and he was baby. Moreover, she gradually became so indescribably quaint and bewitching and comical and saucy that every one sought diminutives for her; nicknames, fond names, little names, and all sorts of words that tried to describe her charm (and could n't), so there was Poppet and Smiles and Minx and Rogue and Midget and Ladybird and finally Nan and Nannie by degrees, to soberer Nancy. "Nancy is ten to-day," mused the Admiral. "Bless my soul, how time flies! You were a young Ensign, Carey, and I well remember the letter you wrote me when this little lass came into harbor! Just wait a minute; I believe the scrap of newspaper verse you enclosed has been in my wallet ever since. I always liked it." "I recall writing to you," said Mr. Carey. "As you had lent me five hundred dollars to be married on, I thought I ought to keep you posted!" "Oh, father! did you have to borrow money?' cried Kathleen. "I did, my dear. There's no disgrace in borrowing, if you pay back, and I did. Your Uncle Allan was starting in business, and I had just put my little capital in with his when I met your mother. If you had met your mother would n't you have wanted to marry her?" "Yes!" cried Nancy eagerly. "Fifty of her!" At which everybody laughed. "And what became of the money you put in Uncle Allan's business?" asked Gilbert with unexpected intelligence. There was a moment's embarrassment and an exchange of glances between mother and father before he replied, "Oh! that's coming back multiplied six times over, one of these days, Allan has a very promising project on hand just now, Admiral." "Glad to hear it! A delightful fellow, and straight as a die. I only wish he could perform once in a while, instead of promising.” "He will if only he keeps his health, but he's heavily handicapped there, poor chap. Well, what's the verse?" The Admiral put on his glasses, prettily assisted by Kathleen, 'who was on his knee and seized the opportunity to give him a French kiss 1 when the spectacles were safely on the bridge of his nose. Whereupon he read: "There came to port last Sunday night Without an inch of rigging on; I looked, and looked, and laughed. "Oh, Peter, how pretty!" said Mother Carey all in a glow. "You never showed it to me!" "You were too much occupied with the aforesaid 'queer little craft,' was n't she, Nan - I George W. Cable. 1 mean Nancy!" and her father pinched her ear and pulled a curly lock. Nancy was a lovely creature to the eye, and she came by her good looks naturally enough. For three generations her father's family had been known as the handsome Careys, and when Lieutenant Carey chose Margaret Gilbert for his wife, he was lucky enough to win the loveliest girl in her circle. Thus it was still the handsome Careys in the time of our story, for all the children were wellfavored and the general public could never decide whether Nancy or Kathleen was the belle of the family. Kathleen had fair curls, skin like a rose, and delicate features; not a blemish to mar her exquisite prettiness! All colors became her; all hats suited her hair. She was the Carey beauty so long as Nancy remained out of sight, but the moment that young person appeared Kathleen left something to be desired. Nancy piqued; Nancy sparkled; Nancy glowed; Nancy occasionally pouted and not infrequently blazed. Nancy's eyes had to be continually searched for news, both of herself and of the immediate world about her. If you did not keep looking at her every once in so often" you could n't keep up with the progress of events; she might flash a dozen telegrams to somebody, about 66 |