ROME AT THE HAVEN.

belonged to one who had been accustomed to hoist
flags on all occasions of importance, and to think a
great deal about the direction of the wind.
 Edward and Lucy, however, were almost in too
much trepidation just then to look more about them.
They were hunting out all their own possessions again,
and were preparing to get out of the carriage, when
whom should they see handing out their mother, and
welcoming her very cordially to his house, but the
gentleman who had talked to them in the train-the
sunburnt gentleman who seemed to know so much
about the sea, and who could be no one else but their
own uncle, Captain Osborne!
 Well, my young gentleman, so we are met again,
you see-only that I have got into port a little before
you, by a nearer tack;-yes, no mistake, my man, I
am Uncle Osborne himself, you see," and he shook
Edward heartily by the hand. He helped Lucy out
too, but he did not take so much notice of her as of her
brother; and he really did frighten her a little, even
at this her first arrival at the Haven, by the sharp way
in which he told her to let her things alone, and leave
the servant to look after them. Only once, however, did
he allude to Lucy's dread of him, and this was when
a large Newfoundland dog came bounding forth to meet
them, as they went up the path to the house. Lucy
shrunk back, rather in alarm, at the unceremonious
greeting of great Rover, bat her uncle said, "No fear,
Miss Lucy, even of him; for he won't bite any more
than his master."
 Nothing, however, could be more kind or hospit-
able than the manner in which they were all received
by Captain Osborne at the Haven, while Mrs. Osborne,
after a little while, was able to remember, in her sun-
burnt and weather-beaten brother-in-law, the young