"Never mind, my dear boy," said my mother, "we will make all right again."
"So I suppose we must," said my father; "but no more jelly and gingerbread, if you please, my dear. Proceed with your story, Frank."
"Well, Sir, in half an hour my chest was ready for me again; but while they were about it, they might have taken off another foot, for I found ample space to stow what the plunderers had left. The preserve-jars, being all empty, . were given of course to the marines; and some other heavy articles being handed away, | was no longer puzzled how to stow them. After this, you know, Sir, we had the action, and then chest and bedding and all went to the ——."
"Do they throw all the chests and bedding overboard on these occasions?" said my father, with a oil and steady gaze in my face, which I had some trouble in facing back again.
"Yes; always every thing that is in the way,
