There's
Cola waving from one of them now. Bless her! She must have been
watching, to sight us so quickly. Oh, I can't wait. Dave, you take
the 'Bee' up to the wharf. Mr. Grant will help you, I know, as well as
excuse me if I go ashore first."
"Of course, I will," replied Cabot; and in another minute the young
skipper was sculling ashore in the dinghy, while the schooner drifted
more slowly in the same direction.
When they finally reached the factory wharf White was on hand to meet
them, and beside him stood the slender, merry-eyed girl for whom the
schooner had been named. She unaffectedly held out a hand to Cabot
when they were introduced, and at once invited him to the house to meet
her mother.
"Yes," said White, "you two go along, and don't wait for me. You see,"
he added, apologetically, to Cabot, "there's been a great catch of
lobsters, and if I can only get them packed before we are interfered
with, we'll make a pretty good season of it, after all."
So the new-comer walked with Cola up the straggling village street,
past a score of fisher cottages, each with a tiny porch, pots of
flowers in the front windows, and a bit of a garden fenced with
wattles, to keep out the children, goats, dogs, and pigs, that swarmed
on all sides. At length they came to the neatly kept and
comfortable-looking house, overlooking the whole, that White Baldwin
called home.
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