It won’t do to go slap into her, as a British frigate does into a French line-o’-battle ship.  I’ll go in an’ do the breakin’ business, and send out Minnie to you.”

Ruby was quite satisfied with the captain’s arrangement, so, when the latter went in to perform his part of this delicate business, the former remained at the doorpost, expectant.

“Minnie, lass, I want to speak to my sister,” said the captain, “leave us a bit—­and there’s somebody wants to see you outside.”

“Me, uncle!”

“Ay, you; look alive now.”

Minnie went out in some surprise, and had barely crossed the threshold when she found herself pinioned in a strong man’s arms!  A cry escaped her as she struggled, for one instant, to free herself; but a glance was sufficient to tell who it was that held her.  Dropping her head on Ruby’s breast, the load of sorrow fell from her heart.  Ruby pressed his lips upon her forehead, and they both rested there.

It was one of those pre-eminently sweet resting-places which are vouchsafed to some, though not to all, of the pilgrims of earth, in their toilsome journey through the wilderness towards that eternal rest, in the blessedness of which all minor resting-places shall be forgotten, whether missed or enjoyed by the way.

Their rest, however, was not of long duration, for in a few minutes the captain rushed out, and exclaiming “She’s swounded, lad,” grasped Ruby by the coat and dragged him into the cottage, where he found his mother lying in a state of insensibility on the floor.

Seating himself by her side on the floor, he raised her gently, and placing her in a half-sitting, half-reclining position in his lap, laid her head tenderly on his breast.  While in this position Minnie administered restoratives, and the widow ere long opened her eyes and looked up.  She did not speak at first, but, twining her arms round Ruby’s neck, gazed steadfastly into his face; then, drawing him closer to her heart, she fervently exclaimed “Thank God!!” and laid her head down again with a deep sigh.

She too had found a resting-place by the way on that day of her pilgrimage.

* * * * *

Now, reader, we feel bound to tell you in confidence that there are few things more difficult than drawing a story to a close!  Our tale is done, for Ruby is married to Minnie, and the Bell Rock Lighthouse is finished, and most of those who built it are scattered beyond the possibility of reunion.  Yet we are loath to shake hands with them and to bid you farewell.

Nevertheless, so it must be, for if we were to continue the narrative of the after-careers of our friends of the Bell Rock, the books that should be written would certainly suffice to build a new lighthouse.

But we cannot make our bow without a parting word or two.

Ruby and Minnie, as we have said, were married.  They lived in the cottage with their mother, and managed to make it sufficiently large to hold them all by banishing the captain into the scullery.