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“Were you ever in town yourself?” asked Miss Trevor.

“Oh, yes, twice. Stephen took me. It was a wonderful place. I tell you, when I next met the Twin Sailors it was me did the talking then. I had to tell them about all I saw and all that had happened. And Nora was ever so interested too. The Golden Lady wasn’t, though–she didn’t hardly listen. Golden people are like that.”

“Would you like,” said Miss Trevor, watching him closely, “to live always in a town and have all the books you wanted and play with real girls and boys–and visit those strange lands your twin sailors tell you of?”

Paul looked startled.

“I–don’t–know,” he said doubtfully. “I don’t think I’d like it very well if Stephen and Nora weren’t there too.”

But the new thought remained in his mind. It came back to him at intervals, seeming less new and startling every time.

“And why not?” Miss Trevor asked herself. “The boy should have a chance. I shall never have a son of my own–he shall be to me in the place of one.”

The day came when Paul at last showed her the foolscap book. He brought it to her as she sat on the rocks of the headland.

“I’m going to run around and talk to Nora while you read it,” he said. “I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting her lately–and I think she feels it.”

Miss Trevor took the foolscap book. It was made of several sheets of paper sewed together and encased in an oilcloth cover. It was nearly filled with writing in a round childish hand and it was very neat, although the orthography was rather wild and the punctuation capricious. Miss Trevor read it through in no very long time. It was a curious medley of quaint thoughts and fancies. Conversations with the Twin Sailors filled many of the pages; accounts of Paul’s “adventures” occupied others. Sometimes it seemed impossible that a child of eleven should have written them, then would come an expression so boyish and naive that Miss Trevor laughed delightedly over it. When she finished the book and closed it she found Stephen Kane at her elbow. He removed his pipe and nodded at the foolscap book.

“What do you think of it?” he said.

“I think it is wonderful. Paul is a very clever child.”

“I’ve often thought so,” said Stephen laconically. He thrust his hands into his pockets and gazed moodily out to sea. Miss Trevor had never before had an opportunity to talk to him in Paul’s absence and she determined to make the most of it.

“I want to know something about Paul,” she said, “all about him. Is he any relation to you?”

“No. I expected to marry his mother once, though,” said Stephen unemotionally. His hand in his pocket was clutching his pipe fiercely, but Miss Trevor could not know that. “She was a shore girl and very pretty. Well, she fell in love with a young fellow that came teaching up t’ the harbour school and he with her. They got married and she went away with him. He was a good enough sort of chap. I know that now, though once I wasn’t disposed to think much good of him. But ’twas a mistake all the same; Rachel couldn’t live away from the shore. She fretted and pined and broke her heart for it away there in his world. Finally her husband died and she came back–but it was too late for her. She only lived a month–and there was Paul, a baby of two. I took him. There was nobody else. Rachel had no relatives nor her husband either. I’ve done what I could for him–not that it’s been much, perhaps.”

“I am sure you have done a great deal for him,” said Miss Trevor rather patronizingly. “But I think he should have more than you can give him now. He should be sent to school.”

Stephen nodded.