deliver. He waited around the foot of the companion way for an answer. The answer came in the person of Miss Katherine herself.
If refusing a man was any satisfaction, it seemed as if Miss Katherine Earle had obtained very little gratification from it. She looked weary and sad as she took the young man's arm, and her smile as she looked up at him had something very pathetic in it, as if a word might bring the tears. They sat in the chairs and watched the Irish coast. Morris pointed out objects here and there, and told her what they were. At last, when they went down to supper together, he said:
"We will be at Queenstown some time to-night. It will be quite a curious sight in the moonlight. Wouldn't you like to stay up and see it?"
"I think I would," she answered. "I take so few ocean voyages that I wish to get all the nautical experiences possible."
The young man looked at her sharply, then he said:
"Well, the stop at Queenstown is one of the experiences. May I send the steward to rap at your door when the engine stops?"
"Oh, I shall stay up in the saloon until that time."
"It may be a little late. It may be as late as one
