“Where are you going to live with that girl?” she asked in a low voice.

“In Jamaica,” said he.

“I am glad of it,” she replied, quite frankly.

* * * * *

They were well content, those Jamaica people, when Ben Greenway came to live with them.  It had been proposed at one time that he should go to his old Bridgetown home and take charge of the place as he used to, but the good Scotchman demurred to this.

“I hae served ane master before he became a pirate,” he said, “an’ I don’t want to try anither after he has finished bein’ ane.  If I serve ony mon, let him be one wha has been righteous, wha is righteous now, an’ wha will continue in righteousness.”

“Then serve Mr. Delaplaine,” said Dickory.

* * * * *

The Manders soon removed to the little house where Dickory was born.  The mansion of their daughter and her husband was a hospitable place and a lively, but the life there was so wayward, erratic, and eccentric that it did not suit their sober lives and the education of their young daughter.  So they dwelt contentedly in the cottage at the head of the cove, and there was much rowing up and down the river.

* * * * *

It was upon a fine morning that the ex-pirate Ichabod thus addressed a citizen of the town: 

“Yes, sir, I know well who once lived in the house I own.  I knew the man myself; I knew him at Belize.  He was a dastardly knave, and would have played false to the sun, the moon, and the stars had they shown him an opportunity, bedad.  But I also knew his daughter; she sailed on my ship for many days, and her presence blessed the very boards she trod on.  She is a most noble lady; and if you will not admit, sir, that her sweet spirit and pure soul have not banished from this earth every taint of wickedness left here by her father, then, sir, bedad, stand where you are and draw!”

THE END

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