Through this
cabin ran a partition, and in one corner of the smaller part Willy had
hung his hammock. So soundly had he slept, that his first knowledge
that the "St. George" was under sail came when he noticed the motion of
the ship, and heard the swishing of the water.
"O dear! We've left Hongkong, and Father Somazzo couldn't get me away
from my uncle," was his first thought. "And last night I dreamed that
he did get me away, and that Brother Onufrio and Peppo were with me,
but I can't remember where.--O dear, we are out at sea and on the way
to Australia, or God knows where."
Willy was almost in tears. Father Somazzo's comforting words came to
his mind, then kneeling down for a short morning prayer, he commended
himself to the care of his guardian angel. Strengthened by the thought
that God's holy guardian angels are companions and protectors at sea as
well as on land, he was rising from his knees just as his uncle came
into the room.
"What, up and dressed! By the seven sleepers of old, I verily believe
that you have been praying! That's what they set you to doing at the
pension, but you'll soon get over it; a seaman has no time for any such
superfluous business as that.
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