WhenAnneenteredandtookherseatshewasalwaysloudlyhailedbyMillerLovedayashewhettedhisknife；butfromBobshecondescendedtoacceptnosuchfamiliargreeting，andtheyoftensatdowntogetherasifeachhadablindeyeinthedirectionoftheother。Bobsometimestoldseriousandcorrectstoriesaboutsea-
captains，pilots，boatswains，mates，ableseamen，andothercuriousfaunaofthemarineworld；buttheseweredirectlyaddressedtohisfatherandMrs。Loveday，Annebeingincludedattheclinching-pointbyaglanceonly。Hesometimesopenedbottlesofsweetciderforher，andthenshethankedhim；buteventhisdidnotleadtoherencouraginghischat。
OnedaywhenAnnewasparinganappleshewasleftattablewiththeyoungman。’Ihavemadesomethingforyou，’hesaid。
Shelookedalloverthetable；nothingwastheresavetheordinaryremnants。
’OIdon’tmeanthatitishere；itisoutbythebridgeatthemill-head。’