I was at the point of telling you how my cousin Joan was married, before her money went, and when she was really good-looking.

I was quite a child, and ran along the shore to see it.
It must have been in the high summer-time, with the weather fit for bathing, and the sea as smooth as a duck-pond.

And Captain Robin, being well-to-do, and established with every thing except a wife, and pleased with the pretty smile and quiet ways of Joan--for he never had heard of her money, mind--put his oar into the sea and rowed from Flamborough all the way to Filey Brigg, with thirty-five fishermen after him; for the Flamborough people make a point of seeing one another through their troubles.

And Robin was known for the handsomest man and the uttermost fisher of the landing, with three boats of his own, and good birth, and long sea-lines.

And there at once they found my cousin Joan, with her trustees, come overland, four wagons and a cart in all of them; and after they were married, they burned sea-weed, having no fear in those days of invasions.