It would be stupid to sail without that cash-box." "Dickory," said she, "I am frightened; I want to go on shore, and I want to see my father and tell him all these things." "But there is no boat," said Dickory; "every boat has left the ship." "But you have one," said she, looking over the side.
"It is a poor little canoe," he answered, "and I am afraid they would not let me take you away, I having no orders to do so." Kate was about to open her mouth to make an indignant reply, when he exclaimed, "But here comes a boat from the town; perhaps it is your father!" She sprang to the rail.

"No, it is not," she exclaimed; "it holds but one man, who rows." She stood, without a word, watching the approaching boat, Dickory doing the same, but keeping himself out of the general view.

The boat came alongside and the oarsman handed up a note, which was presently brought to Kate by Big Sam, young Dickory Charter having in the meantime slipped below with his basket.
"A note from your father, Mistress Bonnet," said the sailing-master.

And as she read it he stood and looked upon her.
"My father tells me," said Kate, speaking decidedly but quietly, "that he will come on board very soon, but I do not wish to wait for him.

I will go back to the town.