, it is your own countrywomen you decry, sir!«
    Young Crossjay betrayed anxiety about his false position, and begged for the
stories of Mary Ambree and the others who were English.
    »See, you will not read for yourself, you hide and play truant with Mr.
Whitford, and the consequence is you are ignorant of your country's history!«
Miss Middleton rebuked him, enjoying his wriggle between a perception of her fun
and an acknowledgement of his peccancy. She commanded him to tell her which was
the glorious Valentine's day of our naval annals; the name of the hero of the
day, and the name of his ship. To these questions his answers were as ready as
the guns of the good ship Captain for the Spanish four-decker.
    »And that you owe to Mr. Whitford,« said Miss Middleton.
    »He bought me the books,« young Crossjay growled, and plucked at
grass-blades and bit them, foreseeing dimly but certainly the termination of all
this.
    Miss Middleton lay back on the grass, and said: »Are you going to be fond of
me, Crossjay?«
    The boy sat blinking. His desire was to prove to her that he was
immoderately fond of her already; and he might have flown at her neck had she
been sitting up, but her recumbency and eyelids half closed excited wonder in
him and awe. His young heart beat fast.
    »Because, my dear boy,« she said, leaning on her elbow, »you are a very nice
boy, but an ungrateful boy, and there is no telling whether you will not punish
any one who cares for you. Come along with me; pluck me some of these cowslips,
and the speedwells near them; I think we both love wild-flowers.« She rose and
took his arm.
    »You shall row me on the lake while I talk to you seriously.«
    It was she, however, who took the sculls at the boat-house, for she had been
a playfellow with boys, and knew that one of them engaged in a manly exercise is
not likely to listen to a woman.
    »Now, Crossjay,« she said. Dense gloom overcame him like a cowl. She bent
across her hands to laugh. »As if I were going to lecture you, you silly boy!«
He began to brighten dubiously. »I used to be as fond of birdsnesting as you
are. I like brave boys, and I like you for wanting to enter the Royal Navy.
Only, how can you if
