Jeffery Farnol

“ But here again he was balked and disappointed, for when Small Porges came to bid him good-night as usual, he learned that “Auntie Anthea” had already gone to bed.
“She says it’s a head-ache,” said Small Porges, “but I ’specks it’s the hops, really, you know.”
“The hops, my Porges?”
“She’s worrying about them,—she’s ’fraid of a storm, like Adam is. An’ when she worries,—I worry. Oh Uncle Porges!—if only my prayers can bring the Money Moon—soon, you know,—very soon! ”

“ If they don’t bring it in a day or two,—’fraid I shall wake up, one fine morning, an’ find I’ve worried, an’ worried myself into an old man.”
“Never fear, Shipmate!” said Bellew in his most nautical manner, “‘all’s well that ends well,’—a-low, and aloft all’s a-taunto. So just take a turn at the lee braces, and keep your weather eye lifting, for you may be sure of this,—if the storm does come,—it will bring the Money Moon with it.”
Then, having hidden Small Porges a cheery “Good-night”—Bellew went out to walk among the roses. ”

“ And thus it was that having ensconced himself in the great elbow-chair, and raised his eyes to the picture, he espied a letter tucked into the frame, thereof. Looking closer, he saw that it was directed to himself. ”