” says Miss Denison grimly; “it’s the last they’ll have from me. Get up as many more concerts as you like. I won’t sing at another unless it’s in the fo’c’sle. I’ll sing to the men, but not to Captain Harris. He didn’t put in an appearance tonight. He shall not have another chance of insulting me.”
Was it her vanity that was wounded after all? “You forget,” said I, “that you would not answer when he addressed you at dinner.”
” says Miss Denison grimly; “it’s the last they’ll have from me. Get up as many more concerts as you like. I won’t sing at another unless it’s in the fo’c’sle. I’ll sing to the men, but not to Captain Harris. He didn’t put in an appearance tonight. He shall not have another chance of insulting me.”
Was it her vanity that was wounded after all? “You forget,” said I, “that you would not answer when he addressed you at dinner.”
