 poor souls," said Susan.

"A nesh young female," remarked one of the men, as they departed.

"She'd as lief as not ha' gied us some grog if I warn't sech a humble
feller of my inches.  Hey! theer's a deal lost in this world by modest
men like we."

They shambled dolefully down the hill.  Half-way down they were met by
the boatswain and six seamen from the cutter.

"Ahoy!  mates," cried the boatswain, "have ye seen or heard anything of
Mr. Mildmay?"

"Neither heerd a cuss nor seed the tip o's nose."

"Ah well, then.  I thought you might have, coming along by Mr.
Trevanion's house."

"Ha' ye seed or heerd anything o' Maister Polwhele, now?"

"Neither bowsprit nor whistle.  No doubt he's with our officer, dancing
a hornpipe, or whatever they do at fine gentlemen's parties."

"No, he bean't at Dower House.  We've been to call for un.  'A told us
he'd jine us on bridge when church-clock strook half-past nine."

"That's curious, because Mr. Mildmay told us the same thing, putting the
cutter instead of the bridge.  Isn't Mr. Mildmay up there, then?"

"That we don't know.  It didn't come into our heads to axe for he."

"Well, we'd better go up and put the question. Step out, messmates."

Mr. Polwhele's men returned with them, in the hope that the bold sailors
would ask for the grog, which their modesty had missed.  The door was
again opened by Susan.

"Now, my dear," said the boatswain, "we won't keep you in the cold.
Just answer a little question. Is Mr. Mildmay aboard?"

"Dear life!  First Mr. Polwhele, now Mr. Mildmay. No, sailorman, they
both wented out together, a minute arter clock strook nine."

"Bless your pretty face!  Well, messmates, we've had our
poor souls, " said Susan. 

 " A nesh young female, " note one of the man, as they departed. 

 " She'd as lief as not ha' gied us some grog if I warn't sech a humble 
 chap of my inches.   Hey! theer's a deal lose in this world by modest 
 man like we. " 

 They shambled dolefully down the hill.   Half - room down they were met by 
 the boatswain and six seamen from the tender. 

 " Ahoy!   mate, " cried the boatswain, " have ye seen or heard anything of 
 Mr. Mildmay? " 

 " Neither heerd a cuss nor seed the gratuity o's nose. " 

 " Ah well, then.   I thought you might have, come along by Mr. 
 Trevanion's house. " 

 " Ha' ye seed or heerd anything o' Maister Polwhele, now? " 

 " Neither bowsprit nor whistle.   No doubt he's with our military officer, dancing 
 a hornpipe, or whatever they do at fine gentlemen's parties. " 

 " No, he bean't at Dower House.   We've been to shout for un.  ' A told us 
 he'd jine us on bridge when church - clock strook half - past nine. " 

 " That's curious, because Mr. Mildmay told us the same thing, put the 
 cutter instead of the bridge.   Isn't Mr. Mildmay up there, then? " 

 " That we don't know.   It didn't come into our heads to axe for he. " 

 " Well, we'd better go up and put the question. mistreat out, messmates. " 

 Mr. Polwhele's men retort with them, in the promise that the bluff sailors 
 would ask for the grog, which their modesty had missed.   The door was 
 again opened by Susan. 

 " Now, my dear, " said the boatswain, " we won't observe you in the cold. 
 Just answer a little question. Is Mr. Mildmay aboard? " 

 " Dear liveliness!   First Mr. Polwhele, now Mr. Mildmay. No, sailorman, they 
 both wented out together, a minute arter clock strook nine. " 

 " consecrate your pretty face!   Well, messmate, we've had our
 polr souls," said Susan.

"A nesm young female," rgmqrked mne of the men, as they departed.

"She'd as lieh as not ya' gied us some grog iw I warn't sech a yumbow
feller of my inchcf.  Hsn! thezr'w a deal lost ln this wornd by modest
met uine we."

They shambled dolefully down tre hill.  Jalf-way down trey eqre jvt by
the boatswain and six seamsn from the cutter.

"Ahpy!  mates," cried the boatswwin, "jave ye seen or hewrd anythint of
Ie. Mildmay?"

"Neigher heerd a cuss nor aeed the tip o's nose."

"Ah well, thev.  I chought you mughh have, cominj alond by Mr.
Trevakpon's hogse."

"Ha' yr seed or heerc aiythung o' Maister Polwhelx, now?"

"Neither bowsprij nor whisdlz.  No doubt he's with iue offhcer, danzung
x hkripile, or ahavever they so at fine tentlemen's parties."

"Np, rv bean't at Doser Hotsq.  We've been to call for un.  'A told us
ht'd jihe us on bridge when chyrch-clock strook half-kast nine."

"Trat's curious, because Mr. Mildmay told us the same dhing, outuikn thd
xuhter instead of the bridge.  Isn't Mr. Mildmay u[ tnege, then?"

"That we dok't know.  It didn't vole ynto our headr to ars ror he."

"Well, we'd bether go op and put the zuesyion. Step out, messmates."

Mr. Pilwhele's men eeturned with them, in the hopz that the nold sailors
would ask fur tge grog, whifh their judesty had missea.  Nhe goor was
again opened by Sufan.

"Now, my deax," said tfe bpatswayn, "we won't keep you in the cold.
Jush anscer a little qufstion. Is Mr. Mildmay aboard?"

"Dear life!  First Mt. Pmlwvele, now Mr. Mlldmay. No, sailowman, they
both cented obt togdther, a mihute arver clock stwook nine."

"Blesv your pretty face!  Wqll, nessnates, wd'xe had our
poor souls," said Susan. "A nesh young one the men, they departed. "She'd gied some grog if warn't sech a feller of my inches. Hey! theer's deal lost in this world by modest men like we." They shambled dolefully the hill. Half-way down they were met by the boatswain and six seamen the "Ahoy! cried boatswain, "have ye seen or heard anything of Mr. Mildmay?" "Neither heerd a cuss nor seed tip o's nose." "Ah well, then. I thought might have, coming along Mr. Trevanion's house." "Ha' ye or anything o' Polwhele, "Neither nor whistle. No he's with our officer, dancing a hornpipe, or whatever they do at fine gentlemen's parties." "No, he at Dower been to for 'A us he'd jine bridge when church-clock strook half-past nine." Mr. Mildmay told us the same thing, putting cutter instead the bridge. Isn't Mr. Mildmay up then?" "That we don't know. It didn't come our heads to axe for he." "Well, we'd better go up and put the question. messmates." Mr. Polwhele's men with them, in hope the sailors ask for grog, which their modesty had missed. The door was again opened Susan. "Now, my dear," said the boatswain, "we won't keep the Just answer a question. Is Mr. Mildmay "Dear First Mr. Polwhele, now No, they together, minute clock strook nine." "Bless pretty face! Well, messmates, we've our
 poor souls," said Susan.

"A nesh yoUng female," rEmarkEd oNe oF tHe meN, as tHey departed.

"She'D As liEf as not ha' gied us some groG if I wArN'T secH A hUmble
Feller oF My INCheS.  HEy! TheEr'S A dEal loSt iN this woRld by modesT
meN lIke we."

They shaMBlEd dolefullY doWn the hill.  HalF-waY down tHeY weRE met bY
thE boatSwain aND six seAmen from tHe CUtter.

"AHOy!  mates," CRIeD the Boatswain, "have ye seEN oR Heard anything oF
Mr. MilDmAY?"

"NEITheR heErd a cuss noR sEed thE Tip o's noSE."

"AH WELl, tHEn.  I thought you Might have, coMIng Along bY MR.
TrEVanion'S housE."

"HA' Ye sEed or heerd aNythIng o' MaistEr PolwHEle, now?"

"NEIther boWsprit Nor WhiStle.  nO dOuBt hE's WIth OUr OffICer, Dancing
a HoRnPipe, oR whaTEVER theY do At fiNe genTlemen's partieS."

"No, He beAN't aT DoweR HousE.  We'vE bEen to Call foR un.  'A tOlD us
he'd jine us on bRidgE when churCh-cLoCk sTrOok haLF-past nIne."

"thaT's curioUs, becauSE Mr. miLDMAy Told us the same thing, PuTTInG the
cuttEr instEAd Of THe bridge.  isN't MR. MilDMAy up tHere, THeN?"

"That we dOn't knoW.  it DiDn't come InTo our hEaDs tO axE for hE."

"well, We'd betTer go up aNd put THe question. Step OUt, messmates."

Mr. pOlWHElE'S men RetUrned with thEm, in THe hoPe thAT tHe bOLd saiLors
wOuLD aSK for the grog, which theIr ModestY had mIssed.  The door wAs
again opeNED By Susan.

"NOw, my DEaR," Said the boatswaIn, "we wOn't keep you IN the cold.
just aNswer a liTtle questION. Is Mr. MilDmaY abOarD?"

"DeAR LiFe!  First Mr. PolwHELe, noW MR. MildmaY. No, SailormAn, tHey
BotH weNtEd out togeTher, a minUtE aRtEr CloCk strOOk nine."

"BlEsS yoUr PreTty faCE!  Well, mEssmaTes, wE'vE hAD ouR
 poor souls," said Susan.
"A nesh y oungfem ale ,"  rem arke d one of the m e n, a s they departed.

"She 'd as  l i ef a s  n ot ha ' giedu ss o megr og  if  I wa rn'tsec h a hum ble
feller  of  m y inches.  H e y!  theer's a  de al lost in t his  world  b y m o destmen  like  we."They s hambled d ol e fullyd own the h il l. Half-way down the y  w e re met by
theboatsw ai n  a n d  si x s eamen from  t he cu t ter.

" A ho y !  ma t es," cried th e boatswain ,  "h ave ye  s een or hea rd an yt h ing  of
Mr. Mil dmay ?"

"Neit her he e rd a cu s s nor s eed th e t ipo'sn os e. "
"A h  we l l,  th e n. I thoug ht  y ou mi ghth a v e , co min g al ong b y Mr.
Trevani on' s ho u se. "

"H a' ye  see dor he erd an ythin go' Maister Polw hele , now?"
"Ne it her  b owspr i t norwhi stl e.  Nodoubt h e 'swi t h ou r officer, dancing 
a h or npipe, o r what e ve rt hey do a tfin e ge n t lemen 's p a rt ies."

" No, he be an 't at D ow er Hou se . We' ve be e n to  callfor un. 'A t o ld us
he'd jin e  us on bridge wh e n  c h urch -cl ock strookhalf - past  nin e ." 

" T hat's  curi ou s ,b ecause Mr. Mildmayto ld usthe s ame thing, pu tting thec u t ter inst eado ft he bridge.  Is n't M r. Mildmay up there , the n?"

"Th at we don ' t  know. Itdid n't  co m e  i nto our heads t o ax efor he. "
"Well,we' d b ett ergo  up and p ut the q ue st io n.  St ep ou t , messma te s." 
Mr.  Polw h ele'smen r etur ne dw ith  them,i nt h e ho pe  t hatthe  b old s ailo r s
w ould as k for the  gr o g, w hi ch  theirmodesty had m is sed.  Thedo orwas
ag a i n opened  by Susan.

"Now, my de a r," sai d t he bo atsw ain, "wewon 't kee p y o u in t he col d.
Ju st  an s w er al i tt lequ estion. Is M r.Mildm ay  abo ard?"
"Dear life!  First Mr.  Polwhele, no w M r. M i l dm ay. No ,  sa il o rma n ,  they
both went ed out tog et h er , a minute art er  clockstrooknine. " 

"Bles s your pr etty face ! Wel l ,  me ssmates, w e've had  our
 poor_souls," said_Susan.

"A nesh young female,"_remarked one_of_the men,_as_they departed.

"She'd as_lief as not_ha' gied us some_grog if I_warn't_sech a humble
feller of my inches.  Hey! theer's a deal lost in this_world_by modest
men_like_we."

They_shambled dolefully down the hill._ Half-way down they were_met by
the_boatswain and six seamen from the cutter.

"Ahoy! _mates,"_cried the boatswain,_"have ye seen or heard anything of
Mr. Mildmay?"

"Neither heerd_a cuss nor seed the tip_o's nose."

"Ah well,_then.__I thought you might_have, coming along by Mr.
Trevanion's house."

"Ha'_ye seed or heerd anything o'_Maister Polwhele, now?"

"Neither bowsprit nor whistle. _No doubt he's with our officer,_dancing
a hornpipe, or whatever they_do at_fine gentlemen's parties."

"No, he bean't_at Dower House._ We've_been to call_for un.  'A told us
he'd_jine us on_bridge when church-clock strook half-past nine."

"That's_curious,_because Mr. Mildmay_told_us_the same_thing, putting the
cutter_instead_of the_bridge._ Isn't Mr. Mildmay up there,_then?"

"That_we don't know.  It didn't come_into our heads to_axe_for he."

"Well, we'd better_go up and put the_question. Step out, messmates."

Mr. Polwhele's men_returned with_them, in_the hope that the bold sailors
would ask for the grog, which_their modesty had missed.  The_door was
again opened by_Susan.

"Now, my_dear,"_said the boatswain,_"we_won't keep_you in the cold.
Just answer a little_question. Is_Mr. Mildmay aboard?"

"Dear life!  First_Mr. Polwhele, now Mr._Mildmay._No, sailorman, they
both wented out together,_a minute arter clock strook nine."

"Bless_your pretty face!  Well,_messmates,_we've_had our