Here is the fish-ing boat Nan-cy. But where is the fish-er-man? Oh! he
has gone up the beach to his house to see his wife and his lit-tle
daugh-ter. He was in a great hur-ry, for he did not wait to take down
his sails, but on-ly made the boat fast to an old pile.
The rea-son of his haste was that his lit-tle daugh-ter Bess is quite
ill. He had to go to sea this morn-ing, for he is a poor man, and must
work ev-er-y day, but when he left Bess was in a fe-ver. All day long he
has been ve-ry anx-ious. But now good news is wait-ing him. At four
o'clock the fe-ver left her, and she is much bet-ter, and is wait-ing
for her pa-pa to come in. How glad he will be! But he can-not stop long
now, on-ly just to give her a kiss, for the boat must be ta-ken care of,
and the fish that he has caught must be sent to mar-ket; so back he will
go, but he will work now with a light-er heart, for his fear is gone.
[Illustration: THE FISHING BOAT NANCY.]