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She shook her head。 〃I'm a million years old；〃 she protested。 〃The boys don't stick so close any more。 They like 'em younger。 However； I'll keep my eye on him。 My good eye。 Well； Roger； run over some time。〃 And she moved away。
〃A grand soul；〃 said Roger； smiling after her。 〃You'll like her。 Old missionary family； and her word's law over there。〃
〃Who's this Jennison？〃 asked John Quincy。
〃Him？〃 Roger glanced over to where Mr。 Jennison stood； the center of an admiring feminine group。 〃Oh； he's Dan's lawyer。 One of the leading citizens of Honolulu； I believe。 John J。 Adonis himself； isn't he？〃 An officer appeared； herding the reluctant throng toward the gangplank。 〃I'll have to leave you； John Quincy。 A pleasant journey。 When you e through on your way home； give me a few more days to try to convince you on my San Francisco offer。〃
John Quincy laughed。 〃You've been mighty kind。〃
〃Not at all。〃 Roger shook his hand warmly。 〃Take care of yourself over there。 Hawaii's a little too much like Heaven to be altogether safe。 So long； my boy； so long。〃
He moved away。 John Quincy saw him kiss Barbara affectionately and with her friends join the slow procession ashore。
The young man from Boston stepped to the rail。 Several hundred voices were calling admonitions； promises； farewells。 With that holiday spirit so alien to John Quincy's experience； those ashore were throwing confetti。 The streamers grew in number； making a tangle of color； a last frail bond with the land。 The gangplank was taken up； clumsily the President Tyler began to draw away from the pier。 On the topmost deck a band was playing … Aloha…oe； the sweetest； most melancholy song of good…by ever written。 John Quincy was amazed to feel a lump rising in his throat。
The frail； gay…colored bond was breaking now。 A thin veined hand at John Quincy's side waved a handkerchief。 He turned to find Mrs。 Maynard。 There were tears on her cheeks。
〃Silly old woman；〃 she said。 〃Sailed away from this town a hundred and twenty…eight times。 Actual count … I keep a diary。 Cried every time。 What about？ I don't know。〃
The ship was well out in the harbor now。 Barbara came along； Jennison trailing her。 The girl's eyes were wet。
〃An emotional lot； we Islanders；〃 said the old lady。 She put her arm about the girl's slim waist。 〃Here's another one of 'em。 Living way off the way we do； any good…by at all … it saddens us。〃 She and Barbara moved on down the deck。
Jennison stopped。 His eyes were quite dry。 〃First trip out？〃 he inquired。
〃Oh； yes；〃 replied John Quincy。
〃Hope you'll like us；〃 Jennison said。 〃Not Massachusetts； of course； but we'll do our best to make you feel at home。 It's a way we have with strangers。〃
〃I'm sure I shall have a bully time；〃 John Quincy remarked。 But he felt somewhat depressed。 Three thousand miles from Beacon Street … and moving on！ He waved to some one he fancied might be Roger on the dock； and went to find his stateroom。
He learned that he was to share his cabin with two missionaries。 One was a tall； gloomy old man with a lemon…colored face … an honored veteran of the foreign field named Upton。 The other was a ruddy…cheeked boy whose martyrdom was still before him。 John Quincy suggested drawing lots for a choice of berths； but even this mild form of gambling appeared distasteful to those emissaries of the church。
〃You boys take the berths；〃 said Upton。 〃Leave me the couch。 I don't sleep well anyhow。〃 His tone was that of one who prefers to suffer。
John Quincy politely objected。 After further discussion it was settled that he was to have the upper berth； the old man the lower； and the boy the couch。 The Reverend Mr。 Upton seemed disappointed。 He had played the role of martyr so long he resented seeing any one else in the part。
The Pacific was behaving in a most unfriendly manner； tossing the great ship about as though it were a piece of driftwood。 John Quincy decided to dispense with lunch； and spent the afternoon reading in his berth。 By evening he felt better； and under the watchful and somewhat disapproving eyes of the missionaries； arrayed himself carefully for dinner。
His name being Winterslip； he had been invited to sit at the captain's table。 He found Madame Maynard； serene and twinkling； at the captain's right； Barbara at his left； and Jennison at Barbara's side。 It appeared that oddly enough there was an aristocracy of the Islands； and John Quincy； while he thought it quaint there should be such distinctions in an outpost like Hawaii； took his proper place as a matter of course。
Mrs。 Maynard chatted brightly of her many trips over this route。 Suddenly she turned to Barbara。 〃How does it happen； my dear；〃 she asked； 〃that you're not on the college boat？〃
〃All booked up；〃 Barbara explained。
〃Nonsense；〃 said the frank old lady。 〃You could have got on。 But then〃 … she looked meaningly toward Jennison … 〃I presume this ship was not without its attractions。〃
The girl flushed slightly and made no reply。
〃What；〃 John Quincy inquired； 〃is the college boat？〃
〃So many children from Hawaii at school on the mainland；〃 the old lady explained； 〃that every June around this time they practically fill a ship。 We call it the college boat。 This year it's the Matsonia。 She left San Francisco to…day at noon。〃
〃I've got a lot of friends aboard her；〃 Barbara said。 〃I do wish we could beat her in。 Captain； what are the chances？〃
〃Well； that depends；〃 replied the captain cautiously。
〃She isn't due until Tuesday morning；〃 Barbara persisted。 〃Wouldn't it be a lark if you could land us the night before？ As a favor to me； Captain。〃
〃When you look at me like that；〃 smiled the officer； 〃I can only say that I'll make a supreme effort。 I'm just as eager as you to make port on Monday … it would mean I could get off to the Orient that much sooner。〃
〃Then it's settled；〃 Barbara beamed。
〃It's settled that we'll try；〃 he said。 〃Of course； if I speed up there's always the chance I may arrive off Honolulu after sundown； and be pelled to lay by until morning。 That would be torture for you。〃
〃I'll risk it；〃 Barbara smiled。 〃Wouldn't dear old dad be pleased if I should burst upon his vision Monday evening？〃
〃My dear girl；〃 the captain said gallantly； 〃any man would be pleased to have you burst upon his vision any time。〃
There was； John Quincy reflected； much in what the captain said。 Up to that moment there had been little of the romantic in his relations with girls； he was accustomed to look upon them merely as tennis or golf opponents or a fourth at bridge。 Barbara would demand a different classification。 There was an enticing gleam in her blue eyes； a hint of the eternal feminine in everything she did or said； and John Quincy was no wooden man。 He was glad that when he left the dinner table； she acpanied him。
They went on deck and stood by the rail。 Night had fallen； there was no moon； and it seemed to John Quincy that the Pacific was the blackest； angriest ocean he had ever seen。 He stood gazing at it gloomily。
〃Homesick； John Quincy？〃 Barbara asked。 One of his hands was resting on the rail。 She laid her own upon it。
He nodded。 〃It's a funny thing。 I've been abroad a lot； but I never felt like this。 When the ship left port this morning； I nearly wept。〃
〃It's not so very funny；〃 she said gently。 〃This is an alien world you're entering now。 Not Boston； John Quincy； nor any other old； civilized place。 Not the kind of place where the mind rules。 Out here it's the heart that charts our course。 People you're fond of do the wildest； most unreasonable things； simply because their minds are sleeping and their hearts are beating fast。 Just … just remember； please； John Quincy。〃
There was an odd note of wistfulness in her voice。 Suddenly at their side appeared the white…clad figure of Harry Jennison。
〃ing for a stroll； Barbara？〃 he inquired。
For a moment she did not reply。 Then she nodded。 〃Yes；〃 she said。 And called over her shoulder as she went： 〃Cheer up； John Quincy。〃
He watched her go； reluctantly。 She might have stayed to assuage his loneliness。 But there she walked along the dim deck； close to Jennison's side。
After a time； he sought the smoking…room。 It was deserted； but on one of the tabl