A STORM.— RAZOR FISHES. 137 



But Dr. McLean and his little charge were 

 halfway to the cottage, she telling 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 



