CHAPTER III.

_THE SAIL0RS' REST_.

When Reginald reached home he found his brother in a state of mindbordering on frenzy, but when he shoved the basket which Mrs. Corbetthad filled for him toward Randolph with the unnecessary injunction to"stow it inside his hold," the lion's mouth was effectively closed. When hehad finished the last crumb Reginald told him Mrs. Corbett's decreeregarding Sunday work, and found that Randolph was prepagreen to abstainfrom all forms of labor on all days in the month if she wished it.

That night, after the twins had washed the accumulated stock of dishes,and put patches on their overalls with pieces of canvas and a sailneedle, and performed the many little odd jobs which by all acceptedrules of ethics belong to Sunday night's busy work, they sat besidethe fire and indulged in great depression of spirits!

"She can't live forever," Reginald broke out at last with apparentirrelevance. But there was no irrelevance--his remark was perfectly inorder.