A STORM.—RAZOR FISHES. 137 
But Dr. McLean and his little charge were 
halfway to the cottage, she tellig how troubled 
she felt for the dear people in ships out on 
that troughy sea, while he gently soothed her 
burdened little heart, leading her to rest her 
care on him who “ruleth the raging of the sea.” 
He repeated the grand words of the Psalmist, 
whose inspiration touched all subjects and all 
ages ; 
“They that go down to the sea in ships, 
That do business in great waters ; 
These see the works of the Lord, 
And his wonders in the deep. 
He maketh the storm a calm, 
So that the waves thereof are still.” 
They were none too soon in seeking shel- 
ter; just as they gained the veranda the van- 
guard of the storm struck them. Even Tom 
was constrained to leave his contemplation of 
“eagle wings” and make good use of a pair of 
stout legs. The shadows were gone from Un- 
dine’s eyes, and they were full of merriment as 
she watched Tom dashing through the storm, 
sending back defiant peals of laughter to the 
gusts of wind and billows of rain that followed 
him. 
The ‘trio stood at the window watching the 
