OLD TRAMP STORMY PETREL 
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did look so much like Ivory Gull and Kittle 
Wake, the grim sea pirates. 
As she was about to go racing away Baby 
caught a look at the stranger’s face. It was 
an ugly face, but at the same time such a 
good-humored one that Baby concluded that 
the stranger was not a dangerous fellow 
after all. So she waited to see what would 
happen. 
“Good day,” said the stranger, lighting 
on the water in such an airy fashion as not 
to disturb it to a single ripple; so gently, 
indeed, that Baby was half minded after 
all to run away, thinking this one of the 
airy sea pirates she had been dreaming of 
but a moment before. But one glance at 
the stranger’s jolly face reassured her, and 
she settled back in her place and made her 
most mannerly bow. 
“Don’t know me, do you?” said the 
stranger, winking at Baby, while a most en¬ 
gaging smile spread across his face. 
“No, but you’re a jolly looking fellow," 
said Baby, smiling back. 
