"_The Night
Moth_ wanted new engines too, that's one consolation. I've just bought
another," he added, suddenly touching Toby's shoulder. "Your daddy is
quite pleased with her. We've just come round from London in her."
"Oh, have you?" Eagerly Toby's eyes came up to his, "What is she like?
What are you going to call her?"
"She isn't christened yet. I'm going to hold a reception on board, and
Maud shall perform the ceremony. I'm calling her _The Blue Moon_--unless
you can suggest something better." Saltash's restless look went to Maud.
"I wanted to call her after you," he said lightly, "But I was afraid Jake
might object."
"I think _The Blue Moon_ is much more suitable," she answered. "Is she as
rare as she sounds?"
"She's rather a fine article," he made answer. "You must come and see
her--come and cruise in her if you will. She's only just off the slips. I
was lucky to get her. She skims along like a bird."
"Why not call her _The Blue Bird_?" suggested Sheila.
He shook his head with his odd grimace. "That is a thing I can never hope
to possess, Miss Melrose. The blue moon may occur once in my life if I am
exceptionally virtuous, but the blue bird never. I have ceased to hope
for it.
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