I had thus plenty of time to attend to little Nat, who was fast becoming very dear to all of us.  We looked forward with regret to the time when he might be sent away to join his friends, should they be found.  He had learned to walk the deck in true nautical style; and in his sailor's suit, with his broad-brimmed straw hat, he looked every inch a young seaman.  He was generally in capital spirits, apparently forgetting his loss; but if any allusion brought back to his remembrance his father, mother, or Aunt Fanny, his brothers and sisters, the tears sprang to his eyes, and he looked grave and sad.