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āļāđāļēāļ§ āđāļĄāļ āļāļīāļāļĩāđ āļŠāļĒāļēāļĄ āļāļĩāļŽāļē 31 The breakfast was rather a sad gathering on account of this parting, for Christy was to leave in another hour. Bertha Pembroke and her father were quite as sad as the mother and sister, and the young officer did his best to cheer up the family and the guests. He tried to make them laugh, but he found it was up-hill work. "He is, Captain Passford, for he did not undress when he turned in last night," replied the steward. "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "We have met before," replied the stranger. "Shall I help you to some of these fried potatoes? They are very good, and I can recommend them. "I did not expect your return so soon, but I have your sealed orders ready. You will get under way as soon as possible," added the commodore, handing him the sealed envelope. "You will make your course south-west, and open your orders at twelve o'clock to-night."