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I watched the Canadian as he slowly moved off to the cleaning pail. His eyes were drinking in the girl's beauty, and a wave of passionate, almost feverish, joy passed over his face, expressive of the ecstasy of true worship more than anything else. I WACHED THE CANADIAN AS HE SLOWLY MOVED OFF TO THE CLEANING PAIL HIS EYES WERE DRINKING IN THE GIRL'S BEAUTY AND A WAVE OF PASSIONATE ALMOST FEVERISH JOY PASSED OVER HIS FACE EXPRESSIVE OF THE ECSTASY OF TRUE WORSHIP MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE
and at home in his ancient flannel suit and breaking off in the middle of his singing, "so I've got the porridge going—and this time it's not burnt." We reported the discovery of water and held up the fish. "Good! Good again!" he cried. "We'll have the first decent breakfast we've had this year. Sangree'll clean 'em in no time, and the Bo'sun's Mate—" "Will fry them to a turn," laughed the voice of Mrs. Maloney, appearing on the scene in a tight blue jersey and sandals, and catching up the frying-pan. Her husband always called her the Bo'sun's Mate in Camp, because it was her duty, among others, to pipe all hands to meals. "And as for you, Joan," went on the happy man, "you look like the spirit of the island, with moss in your hair and wind in your eyes, and sun and stars mixed in your face." He looked at her with delighted admiration. "Here, Sangree, take these twelve, there's a good fellow, they're the biggest; and we'll have 'em in butter in less time than you can say Baltic island!  FIRE FOR ME CRIED MALONEY LOOKING NATURAL AND AT HOME IN HIS ANCIENT FLANNEL SUIT AND BREAKING OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS SINGING SO I'VE GOT THE PORRIDGE GOING AND THIS TIME IT'S NOT BURNT WE REPORTED THE DISCOVERY OF WATER AND HELD UP THE FISH GOOD GOOD AGAIN HE CRIED WE'LL HAVE THE FIRST DECENT BREAKFAST WE'VE HAD THIS YEAR SANGREE'LL CLEAN EM IN NO TIME AND THE BO'SUN'S MATE WE'LL FRY THEM TO A TURN LAUGHED THE VOICE OF MISSUS MALONEY APPEARING ON THE SCENE IN A TIGHT BLUE JERSEY AND SANDALS AND CATCHING UP THE FRYING PAN HER FATHER ALWAYS CALLED HER THE BO'SUN'S MAID IN CAMP BECAUSE IT WAS HER DUTY AMONG OTHERS TO PIPE ALL HANDS TO MEALS AND AS FOR YOU JOAN WENT ON THE HAPPY MAN YOU LOOK LIKE THE SPIRIT OF THE ISLAND WITH MOSS IN YOUR HAIR AND WIND IN YOUR EYES AND SUN AND STARS MIXED IN YOUR FACE HE LOOKED AT HER WITH DELIGHTED ADMIRATION HERE SANGREE TAKE THESE TWELVE THERE'S A GOOD FELLOW THEY'RE THE BIGGEST AND WE'LL HAVE EM IN BUTTER IN LESS TIME THAN YOU CAN SAY BALTIC ISLAND
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