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Updated: May 5, 2025
Glory sometimes wandered as far as Fifth Avenue, with her peanut basket, and now confided to Bo'sn: "He's just like them dressed-up folks on th' avenue, what goes by with their noses in th' air, same's if they couldn't abide the smell o' goobers, whilst all the time they're just longing to eat 'em.
Well, smart doggie, put on your sharpest smeller an' help to track him whichever way he went. You smell an' I'll look, an' 'twixt us we'll hunt him quick's-a-wink. Goin' to find grandpa, Bo'sn Beck! Come along an' find grandpa!" Up sprang the terrier, all his dejection gone, and leaped and barked as joyfully as if he fully understood what she had said.
Ellen never quite knew what her father meant by bo'sn, but she understood that it signified something very rosy and hearty indeed. Ellen's father always picked out for her the choicest and tenderest bits of the humble dishes, and his keen eyes were more watchful of her plate than of his own.
"Mayhap, but he ain't the longest," retorted Rodney; "go on." "Humph! well, down sits Guy on the head o' the tombstone, and pats old Jeph on the shoulder. "`Here I am, Jeph; come now, what is it you are so anxious to tell me? "The old man sat up: `I'm goin' to die, says he. "`Nonsense, cried the young 'un, in a cheerie tone, by way of "don't say that." `You're as tough as an old bo'sn.
Our lungs were pressed down by it. Day after day we sailed, and the gas sailed with us. "The bo'sn fell in a fit. A man on the t'gallant yard fell to the deck and was killed. Three did not awake one morning. We threw their bodies over the side. The mate spat blood and called on God as he leaped into the sea. The smell of the gas never left us.
When Ellen's father, Andrew Brewster, came home from the shop, she would speak to him aside as he was washing his hands at the kitchen sink, and tell him that it seemed to her that Ellen looked kind of "pindlin'." Then Andrew, before he sat down at the dinner-table, would take Ellen's face in his two moist hands, look at her with anxiety thinly veiled by facetiousness, rub his rough, dark cheek against her soft, white one until he had reddened it, then laugh, and tell her she looked like a bo'sn.
Whenever out of use, even the little gas-stove was set upon a shelf in the inner angle, thereby giving floor space sufficient for two camp-stools and a three-cornered scrap of a table at which they ate and worked, with Bo'sn curled beneath.
She would not allow herself to think it possible that her grandfather was hurt, and Nick's willingness to help was a comfort. Maybe he would even take her with him, though she doubted it. However, she put the question to him as he reappeared with some old scraps in a torn newspaper, but while they were enjoying these as best they could and sharing the food with Bo'sn, Nick unfolded a better plan.
"Angels" could use human speech then; and now her awe of the visitant vanished and down went Take-a-Stitch beside Bo'sn and clasped the little one close and kissed and caressed it to her heart's content, which meant much to Glory, because even grandpa had objected to overmuch caressing, though this newcomer appeared to take kissing as a matter of course and to like it.
In the later hours the little girl, also, wore another title "Goober Glory" because she was one of the children employed by Antonio Salvatore, the peanut man, to sell his wares on commission. But grandpa, Glory, and Bo'sn had the long delightful mornings at home and together; and this day, as usual, their talk turned upon the dream of their lives "Sailors' Snug Harbor." "Now, grandpa, talk.
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