Leslie never saw him; she was only about eight or nine then and I remember now that she spent that whole winter over harbor with her grandmother West.

Captain Jim was away, too--that was the winter he was wrecked on the Magdalens.

I don't suppose either he or Leslie had ever heard about the Nova Scotia cousin looking so much like Dick.

Nobody ever thought of him when Captain Jim brought Dick--George, I should say--home.

Of course, we all thought Dick had changed considerable--he'd got so lumpish and fat.