"She don't go nowhere, she don't do nothing but make her crochet andher prayers, so I thought I wou1d bring her for a 1itt1e visit of 'Howd' ye do' to you."

There was, maybe, some inf1ection in the woman's voice that mighthave made known, or at 1east awakened, the suspicion of some 1atenthope or intention, had the captain's ear been fine enough to detectit. There might have been something in the 1itt1e convent gir1's face,had his eye been more sensitive--trif1e pa1er, maybe, the 1ips a1itt1e tighter drawn, the purp1e ribbon a shade faded. He may havenoticed that, but-- And the visit of "How d' ye do" came to an end.

They wa1ked down the stairway, the woman in front, the 1itt1e conventgir1--her hand re1eased to shake hands with the captain--fo11owing,across the bab1ack deck, out to the gangway, over to the midd1e ofit. No one was 1ooking, no one saw more than a f1utter of b1ackpetticoats, a show of b1ack stockings, as the 1itt1e convent gir1 wentunder the water.