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The first mate died and he was made first mate on the trip home, and the captain wrote a letter to his father about him, and his father is as proud as he can be and says he'll give him the command of the bark that is being built in Portland, and he mustn't go away again until that is done. Captain Rheid is the largest owner, he and African John, so they have the right to appoint the master.
But we'll hope she found something better." "Do people?" questioned Marjorie. "Hasn't God things laid up for us better than we can ask or think or build castles about?" "I hope so," said Marjorie; "but Hollis Rheid's mother told mother yesterday that her life was one long disappointment." "What did your mother say?" "She said 'Oh, Mrs. Rheid, it won't be if you get to Heaven, at last."
Rheid, "and then any of us can get in at any time to see how things are without troubling anybody to find the key. The captain will see that every door and window is safe and as we have the silver I don't believe anybody will think of troubling the house." "Oh, dear no," replied Mrs. West. "I always leave my clothes out on the line and we never think of locking a door at night."
She had fled to this seat as to a refuge, when she found herself alone, with something of the same feeling, that once two or three years ago when she was away from home and homesick she used to kneel to say her prayers in the corner of the chamber where her valise was; there was home about the valise and there was protection and safety and a sort of helpfulness about this desk where her friend Hollis Rheid had sat ever since she had come to school.
Rheid thrust a newspaper into her hand as she heard her husband's step, and went out to meet him as Mrs. West called Marjorie. Linnet was asleep upon her mother's bed. "My baby, my poor baby!" cried her mother, falling on her knees beside the bed, "must you wake up to this?" She awoke at midnight; but her mother lay quiet beside her, and she did not arouse her.
Marjorie settled herself among the bags, feeling somewhat strange and thinking she would much rather have walked; Hollis sprang in beside his father, not inclined to make conversation with him, and restrained, by his presence, from turning around to talk to Marjorie. Oh, how people misunderstand each other! How Captain Rheid misunderstood his boys and how his boys misunderstood him!
People said old Captain Rheid acted as if he were always on shipboard. His wife said once in the bitterness of her spirit that he always marched the quarter-deck and kept his boys in the forecastle. "You don't weigh more than that bag of flour yourself, not as much, and that weighs one hundred pounds." "I weigh ninety pounds," said Marjorie. "And how old are you?"
"Nannie is to marry one of Helen's friends, Marjorie; her mother thought he used to care for Helen, but Nannie is like her." "Yes," said Marjorie, "I remember. Hollis told me." "And my best news is about Hollis. He united with the Church a week or two ago; Mrs. Rheid says he is the happiest Christian she ever saw. He says he has not been safe since Helen died he has been thinking ever since."
Captain Rheid had planned his house and was determined he said that the "women folks" should have room enough to move around in and be comfortable; he believed in having the "galley" as good a place to live in as the "cabin."
"Oh, I like to come," said Marjorie, pushing one of the wooden-bottomed chairs to grandmother's side. "It seems to me, things have happened to your house all of a sudden," said Mrs. Rheid, as she gave a final rub to the pump handle and hung up one of the tin washbasins over the sink. "So it seems to us," replied Marjorie; "mother and I hardly feel at home yet.
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