Modern Broods

'All right! Never mind. Take him down. My berth, Ivy-Jephson. Tuck him in. Don't let him speak! Never mind, my lad! We will hear all about it to-morrow!'

Meantime, Vera, though reviving, was conscious of very little, save a soft pillow, tender hands, and warm drink that choked her; and then she fell asleep, though still she was aware of a strange tossing going on all night, and by and by she found herself secured into a sort of narrow shelf, and murmuring female voices were at hand. As she moved, she heard, 'There, you are better now. You can take this, then you will be more comfortable.'

Her eyes had opened to a curious sort of twilight, and there was a fair girlish head over her, with a sweet smiling face. An elderly weather-beaten face in a hood next appeared, and a brown hand holding a cup closed over the top, in invalid fashion, and a kind strong arm slightly raised her with, 'There, there, poor dear! The spirit, my lady dear, the spirit! That's right, now then.'

'You must be a baby;' and a merry reassuring smile broke out as the draught was administered. Vera tasted, thanked, swallowed, felt giddy, and lay down, hearing a lively bit of self-gratulation. 'There, Mrs. Griggs, I'm getting my sea legs!' followed by an ignominious stumble as Mrs. Griggs caught the cup in good time as the vessel gave a lurch which completed Vera's awakening in the fear of being shaken out on the floor.

She looked round to find herself in a tiny room, cushioned throughout, with strange dancing confused light coming in, and the few articles of furniture carefully secured. Two young figures were there, both dressed in stout blue serge, with white trimmings; one, the darker, beside her bed, had a face full of kindness and solicitude, yet of fun dimpling over continually; the other, even in that dim light, striking Vera as something out of the loveliest visions of romance, so fair and beautiful was the countenance.

A man's voice was at the door. 'Fly! Francie! How is she?'

'Much better! Nearly well! Good morning, Papa dear. Is he all right?'

'As sound as a bell! Ha!' As the door escaped, the curtain over it shook, and he nearly fell against it, saving himself with his hands. 'That was exercise!' As the young girls came tumbling up and disappeared behind the curtain, where, however, the voices could be plainly heard, 'Had any sleep to-night or this morning?'

'Between whiles! O yes! All our bones are still whole, as I hope yours and Ivy's are.'

'Come and see. Griggs is getting breakfast under difficulties insurmountable to any one but a sea-grasshopper! I came to call you damsels, and present my inquiries to Miss Prescott.'

'She will soon be all right! Francie and I are so proud of having had a real downright adventure.'

'I trust she will not be the worse, and will-excuse me, and regard me as incognito.'

This was said as another lurch drove the grizzled head into the cabin; and recovering in another upheaval they all disappeared, leaving Vera in a dreaming state, whence she was only half roused when Mrs. Griggs returned to administer breakfast, so far as she could taste it, under exhortations, pettings, and scoldings; and she very soon fell asleep again, and was thus left, sensible all the time of tossings and buffetings, but so worn out by the five hours of the boat, and so liable to be made ill by the motion of the vessel, that it was thought best to leave her to sleep in her berth.

She was only aware of voices above talking and laughing, or sailor calls being shouted out, or now and then of some one coming to look at her, and insisting on her taking food.

It was not till late in the afternoon that she awoke from what seemed like a strange long uneasy dream, and found one of the girls sitting by her and telling her she was better now.

'Yes,' said Vera, trying to raise herself, finding something over her head, and falling back on the pillow; 'but what is it? Where is this?'

'This is somewhere out in the Channel, near off Guernsey, Griggs says, but we cannot put in anywhere till the gale goes down.'

'What is it? Is it a ship, then?'

'O yes,' said the girl, laughing; 'a yacht, the Kittiwake. Sir Robert Audley has lent it to my brother, and we are all going to see the Hebrides and Staffa and Iona.'

'Not to take me all up there?' groaned poor Vera, in horror. 'Can't you put me out somewhere, anywhere?'

'Don't be afraid,' was the much-amused reply. 'As soon as ever we can put in anywhere, we can telegraph to Rock Quay and put you ashore to go home; but we can only run before the wind while the sea is so high. I wish you could come on deck, it is so jolly!'

'Oh! it was too dreadful!'

'Beating about in the boat! It must have been, Mr. Delrio told us.'

'It was so stupid in him never to see that we had got loose, and were drifting off,' said Vera, who had never thought of inquiring after him.

'My father and Griggs think he behaved quite like a hero,' was the answer. 'He must have managed very well to keep you afloat, and saved you all this time.'

'I suppose so,' said Vera. 'We always did know him, or I should not have let him get me into that boat, when he minded nothing but his verses.'

'Those verses, they came all limp and wet out of his pocket, and Francie made him let her dry them and copy them out; and she is so delighted with them. It really is well it is too late to call the baby Cyriac.'

'The baby?'

'Oh, yes. We had to leave him behind, though Francie was ready to break her heart over it; but they said that nothing would do for Ivinghoe-after this second influenza-but a sea voyage, so she had to make up her mind to leave him to my mother.'

Vera was in a state of bewilderment, caring a great deal more for herself and her own sensations than for any of her surroundings; and her next question was, 'When do you think we shall be out of this?'

'We shall put into harbour somewhere as soon as the wind lulls. We cannot venture yet, though we do steam; and then we can telegraph. I am longing to relieve Miss Prescott. We can take you home all the way. We were on our way into Rock Quay to take up Mysie Merrifield if she can go. It really was a wonderful and most merciful thing that we made you out just as it was getting light before running you down. My father saw you first, and old Griggs would hardly believe it, but then we heard Mr. Delrio's hail! But it was a terrible business getting you up the ship's side.'

'I did not know anything about it. It was so dreadful in the lightning. And my new hat was blown away. And what is become of all my clothes?'

'Mrs. Griggs has them, and is drying them. We will lend you a hat to land in.'

'Oh, when we do! I wish I had never got into that boat, but Hubert Delrio did persuade me so.'

'And he is an old friend?'

'Yes, he is come to paint the roof of St. Kenelm's Church, and we want to be attentive to him because my eldest sister would be sure to be cross and keep him at a distance, being only that sort of wall painter, you know, and his father a drawing master.'

'My father is very much pleased with him, and thinks him a very superior young man. They have been sitting on deck together, talking as much as they could about architecture and Italy, with their breath all blown away every moment. There! You are really getting better! If you would eat something and come on deck you would be well! I will call the sea gnat, and see what we have.'

It was all very wonderful to Vera; and she began to be interested and to forget her troubles. A slice of very salt ham was brought to her and a glass of something, she did not know what, and asked if she could have some tea.

'You could have tea if you like, but there's no milk. You see, we ought to have been in at Rock Quay yesterday evening, and our stores were not adapted to hold out any longer! We shall have another curious experience, though Mrs. Griggs says it won't be so bad as once when they were off the coast of Ireland, and when they put into a bay with a queer name, all Kill and Bally, they could get nothing but potatoes and goat's milk.'

'Who is Mrs. Griggs?'

'She is wife to the sailing master; and, like the Norsemen, her home is on the wave, at least in the yacht, for she always lives in it, and her cabin is quite a sight; she is great fun, she cooks when there is anything to cook, and is stewardess and everything. Francie and I knew a maid would be a vain encumbrance, so we are taking care of ourselves, and, if you will let me, I will try and set your hair to rights.'

It was in a fearful tangle, after five hours at sea, and many more in the berth in the cabin; but Vera was able to