"
"Thank you, sir," said Davy. "I s' du what I can to please ye, sir.
An' gien ye wad sen' my wauges hame to my mither, sir, ye wad ken
'at I cudna be gauin' stravaguin', and drinkin' whan yer back was
turn't."
"Well, I'll write to your mother, and see what she says," said
Malcolm. "Now I want to tell you, both of you, that this yacht
belongs to the Marchioness of Lossie, and I have the command of
her, and I must have everything on board shipshape, and as clean,
Travers, as if she were a seventy-four. If there's the head of a
pail visible, it must be as bright as silver. And everything must
be at the word. The least hesitation, and I have done with that man.
If Davy here had grumbled one mouthful, even on his way overboard,
I wouldn't have kept him."
He then arranged that Travers was to go home that night, and bring
with him the next morning an old carpenter friend of his. He would
himself be down by seven o'clock to set him to work.
The result was that, before a fortnight was over, he had the
cabin thoroughly fitted up, with all the luxuries it had formerly
possessed, and as many more as he could think of--to compensate
for the loss of the space occupied by the daintiest little stateroom
--a very jewel box for softness and richness and comfort. In the
cabin, amongst the rest of his additions, he had fixed in a corner
a set of tiny bookshelves, and filled them with what books he knew
his sister liked, and some that he liked for her.
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