excited.

Then Godfrey, whose bosom was bursting, told her all, and the story
lasted most of the way to Dover.

"You poor boy," she said, when he had finished, "you poor boy!"

"I left the basket with the food behind, and I am so hungry," remarked
Godfrey presently.

"There's a restaurant car on the train, come and have some breakfast,"
said Miss Ogilvy, "for on the boat you may not wish to eat. I shall at
any rate."

This was untrue for she had breakfasted already, but that did not
matter.

"My father said I was not to take meals on the trains," explained
Godfrey, awkwardly, "because of the expense."

"Oh! I'm your father, or rather your mother, now. Besides, I have a
table," she added in a nebulous manner.

So Godfrey followed her to the dining car, where he made an excellent
meal.

"You don't seem to eat much," he said at length. "You have only had a
cup of tea and half a bit of toast."

"I never can when I am going on the sea," she explained. "I expect I