Mr. Burke did not arrive to escort Mrs. Cliff and Willy Croup to the yacht until nearly nine o\'clock in the evening. They had sent their baggage to the vessel in the afternoon, and had now been expecting him, with great impatience, for nearly an hour, but when Mr. Burke arrived, it was impossible to find fault with him, for he had been busy, he said, every minute of the day.

He had made up a full crew; he had a good sailing-master, and the first mate who had been on the yacht before; everything that he could think of in the way of provisions and stores were on board, and there was[Pg 183] nothing to prevent their getting out of the harbor early in the morning.

When Mrs. Cliff stepped on board her yacht, the Summer Shelter, her first thought was directed towards her guests of the Synod; and when the mate, Mr. Burdette, had advanced and been introduced to her, she asked him if any of the clergymen had yet appeared.

"They\'re all aboard, madam," said he—"fourteen of them! They came aboard about seven o\'clock, and they stayed in the saloon until about half-past nine, and one of them came to me and said that as they were very tired they thought they\'d go to bed, thinking, most likely, as it was then so late you wouldn\'t come aboard until morning. So the steward showed them their state-rooms, and we had to get one more ready than we expected to, and they\'re now all fast asleep; but I suppose I could arouse some of them up if you want to see them!"

Mrs. Cliff turned to Burke with an expression of despair on her face. "What in the world shall I do?" said she. "I wanted to tell them all about it and let them decide, but it would be horrible to make any of them who didn\'t care to go to get up and dress and go out into this damp night air to look for a hotel!"

"Well," said Burke, "all that\'s going ashore has got to go ashore to-night. We\'ll sail as soon as it is daylight! If I was you, Mrs. Cliff, I wouldn\'t bother about them. You invited them to go to the Bahamas, and you\'re going to take them there, and you\'re going to send them back the best way you can, and I\'m willing to bet a clipper ship against your yacht that they will[Pg 184] be just as well satisfied to come back in a regular steamer as to come back in this! You might offer to send them over to Savannah, and let them come up by rail,—they might like that for a change! The way the thing looks to me, madam, you\'re proposing to give them a good deal more than you promised."

"Well," said Mrs. Cliff, "one thing is certain! I\'m not going to turn any of them out of their warm beds this night; and we might as well go to our rooms, for it must be a good deal after ten."

When Willy Croup beheld her little state-room, she stood at the door and looked in at it with rapture. She had a beautiful chamber in Mrs. Cliff\'s new house, fully and elegantly furnished, but there was something about this little bit of a bedroom, with all its nautical conveniences, its hooks, and shelves, and racks, its dear little window, and its two pretty berths,—each just big enough and not a bit too big,—which charmed her as no room she had ever seen had charmed her.

The Summer Shelter must have started, Mrs. Cliff thought, before daylight the next morning, for when she was awakened by the motion of the engine it was not light enough to distinguish objects in the room. But she lay quietly in her berth, and let her proud thoughts mount high and spread wide. As far as the possession of wealth and the sense of power could elevate the soul of woman, it now elevated the soul of Mrs. Cliff.

This was her own ship which was going out upon the ocean! This was her engine which was making everything shake and tremble! The great screw which was[Pg 185] dashing the water at the stern and forcing the vessel through the waves belonged to her! Everything—the smoke-stacks, the tall masts, the nautical instruments—was her property! The crew and stewards, the engineers, were all in her service! She was going to the beautiful island of the sunny tropics because she herself had chosen to go there!

It was with great satisfaction, too, that she thought of the cost of all this. A great deal of money had been paid for that yacht, and it had relieved, as scarcely any other expenditure she would be likely to make could have relieved, the strain upon her mind occasioned by the pressure of her income. Even after the building of her new apartments her money had been getting the better of her. Now she felt that she was getting the better of her money.

By the way the yacht rolled and, at the same time, pitched and tossed, Mrs. Cliff thought it likely that they must be out upon the open sea, or, at least, well down the outer bay. She liked the motion, and the feeling that her property, moving according to her will, was riding dominant over the waves of the sea, sent a genial glow through every vein. It was now quite light, and when Mrs. Cliff got up and looked out of her round window she could see, far away to the right, the towering lighthouses of Sandy Hook.

About eight o\'clock she dressed and went out on deck. She was proud of her good sailing qualities. As she went up the companion-way, holding firmly to the bright brass rail, she felt no more fear of falling than if she[Pg 186] had been one of the crew. When she came out on the upper deck, she had scarcely time to look about her, when a man, whom at first sight she took for a stranger, came forward with outstretched hand. But in an instant she saw it was not a stranger,—it was Captain Burke, but not as she had ever seen him before. He was dressed in a complete suit of white duck with gold buttons, and he wore a white cap trimmed with gold,—an attire so different from his high silk hat and the furs that it was no wonder that at first she did not recognize their wearer.

"Why, Captain Burke," she cried, "I didn\'t know you!"

"No wonder," said he; "this is a considerable change from my ordinary toggery, but it\'s the uniform of a captain of a yacht; you see that\'s different from what it would be if I commanded a merchant vessel, or a liner, or a man-of-war!"

"It looks awfully cool for such weather," said she.

"Yes," said the Captain, "but it\'s the proper thing; and yachts, you know, generally cruise around in warmish weather. However, we\'re getting south as fast as we can. I tell you, madam, this yacht is a good one! We\'ve just cast the log, and she\'s doing better than fourteen knots an hour, and we haven\'t got full steam on, either! It seems funny, madam, for me to command a steamer, but I\'ll get used to it in no time. If it was a sailing-vessel, it wouldn\'t be anything out of the way, because I\'ve studied navigation, and I know more about a ship than many a skipper, but a steam yacht is differ[Pg 187]ent! However, I\'ve got men under me who know how to do what I order them to do, and if necessary they\'re ready to tell me what I ought to order!"

"I don\'t believe there could be a better captain," said Mrs. Cliff, "and I do hope you won\'t take cold! And now I want to see the ministers as soon as they are ready. I think it will be well for me to receive them up here. I am not sure that I remember properly the names of all of them, but I sh............