r apartment clean. So though the way up to it was by rather dirty stairs, the rooms were neat and comfortable.
"Well, Nat, you're home early, aren't you?" asked the woman, who, with her husband, had befriended the orphan lad.
"Yes, Mrs. Miller."
"I suppose you couldn't get any work?"
"Oh, yes, I got some."
"What's the matter, then? Don't you feel well?"
She could not understand any one coming away so early from a place where there was work, for work, to the poor, means life itself.
"Oh, I did so well I thought I'd take a vacation," and Nat related the incident of the day.
The boy's liking for the water seemed to have been born in him. Soon after his mother had died his father placed him in the care of a family in an inland city. The child seemed to pine away, and an old woman suggested he might want to be near the water, as his father had followed all his life a calling that kept him aboard boats. Though he did not believe much in that theory, Mr. Morton