"Come hither, dear ancient Deb," said little Love Winslow, running up andthrowing her arms round the dog's rough neck; "thou must not take on so;thy master will be back again; so be a good dog now, and lie down."

And the great rough mastiff quieted down under her caresses, and sittingdown by her she patted and played with her, with her little thin hands.

"See the darling," said Rose Standish, "what away that infant hath! In allthe roughness and the terrors of the sea she hath been like a littlesunbeam to us--yet she is so frail!"