"A body has but so much life, Harry. I've squandered mine fast as an 'umming bird's -- now my naughty ways is caught me up."
I saw the captain's chest catch with a sob. Mother turned her eyes toward me, and he followed them with his. "And who might this be," he asked. His question made me see its own answer. I looked back at my mother, and she managed a weak smile between coughs.
"You see, Harry, the Reaper's always nipped at both our heels, but old Grim's not our problem. Our young Molly is."
"Yellow Molly, at you service," I said with quivery voice.
"She is mine, then?"
