"You have a sweetheart at home, I take it, Mr. Toodleburg?" he said,
inquiringly, and assuming a very serious manner. "Every young man like
you should have a sweetheart at home. Somebody to think about. Somebody
to cheer one up. Them we leaves at home is all men like you and me go
through these hardships and disappointments for."
Tite blushed and smiled, and made an evasive reply.
"No use denying it, my hearty," he resumed. "Knew ye had a sweetheart
thinkin' of ye at home. Show her by yer conduct while yer away that yer
worthy of her when yer get home. My sweetheart, God bless her! is all
the sunlight I have in a voyage of this kind. My little wife is my
sweetheart, she is, Mr. Toodleburg. She an' the two little angels are
the sunlight of my heart. There ain't nobody sails the sea has a trimmer
little craft of a sweetheart nor I have." He paused for a minute, as if
to collect his distracted thoughts. "The man that would bring trouble to
her door while I'm away--he would'nt be a man, Mr. Toodleburg," he
resumed, still preserving a serious countenance.
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