“A better man, eh? well, there’s room enough for that!  I shall have to lie under a close reef, and by the help of my glass, I may get sight of her some day.”

The crew of the Nautilus, after having made themselves as tidy as a six months’ beard, and a suit of three years’ usage would admit, prepared to go ashore.  As Harry stepped upon the wharf, he looked among the ships lying at the dock, for the Tantalizer, but not seeing her, he concluded she must have put to sea again, and taking his package upon his shoulder, he whistled for Neptune, and turned his footsteps homeward.  How familiar was every object as he tripped along the street! everything appeared the same as when he left, and as he passed the old church, it seemed as if it was but yesterday when he had kneeled upon the door-stone in prayer for those who were sleeping, unconscious of the sorrow which awaited them.  His heart beat wildly as he drew near his home,—­so great was his joy that he had not observed that Nep had not accompanied him from the ship.  It was evident that he would take the family by surprise, for not even old Vingo was to be seen about the premises.  Noiselessly he opened the door,—­his mother was sitting with her face from him, engaged with her sewing, and at her feet sat the Sea-flower, so absorbed, reading his last letter, that she was not aware of his presence till he threw his arms about his mother’s neck, and sobbed like a child.  As he turned to his sister he faltered; what a change had been wrought in her in three years!  The child, whose mature mind had not been in accordance with her years, had come to be a fair maiden of sixteen summers!  The bud had indeed expanded, till now its unfolding leaves were as new-born rays of love, reminding Earth of Heaven.  The Sea-flower saw that her brother hesitated in giving her his usual salutation, and throwing herself into his arms, she said,—­“I am the little Sea-flower still, dear Harry; I shall always be the same simple child; but how you have grown, dear brother!  I can hardly believe you are the little rogue who used to hide my pet kitten, because you loved to see the tears come into my eyes, and you would look at me without speaking a word, till I would laugh outright, and break the charm, as you said; and then the tears would come in your own eyes, for fear you had been selfish.  But I felt that my tears were not in vain, for I usually found some little stranger among the bright-eyed ones, that looked up to me for protection.”

“I knew I should find you the same dear sister as ever!  I knew you would always be the same;” and as the vague remembrance that she was of other parentage flashed across his mind, he modestly pressed her hand to his lips, and gazed into her beautiful face in silence.

Harry observed that his mother had lost her cheerful, happy expression, which had given her the youthful look not of her years, and he feared that his conduct had been a source of deeper grief to her than he had supposed; but now that she again looked upon her son, her pale, pensive face was lit up with the smile of contentment, and a heart of thanks was hers that so many blessings were yet her portion.