I know de country.

I did not come to see you, Miss Elisabet' -- I have come to see my friend Wint'rop.
And I do not want to stay in de house, never, while it is so pleasant wizout." "But we are going in the bay after huckleberries," said Rose, -- "won't you go with us, Mr.Herder ?" "After huckle-berry -- I do not know what is that -- yes, I will go wiz you, and I will go find Wint'rop and bring him home to go too." "He is out on the bay," said Elizabeth; "I'll take you to him in my boat.

Come Mr.Herder, -- I don't want you, Rose; I'll take nobody but Mr.Herder; -- we'll go after him." She ran for her bonnet, seized her oars, and drew Mr.Herder with her down to the rocks.
It was a soft grey day; pleasant boating at that or at any hour, the sun was so obscured with light clouds.

Elizabeth seated Mr.Herder in the stern of the 'Merry-go-round,' and pulled out lightly into the bay; he very much amused with her water-craft.
They presently caught sight of the other boat, moored a little distance out from the land, behind a point.
"There he is!" -- said Mr.Herder.

"But what is he doing?
He is not fishing.