There were people from the shore with baskets containing fruit and other wares for sale, and all stirring and new and very interesting to Miss Kate as she stood, with her ribbons flying in the river breeze.
"Who is that young fellow ?" she said to Ben Greenway, who was standing by her, "the one with the big basket?
It seems to me I have seen him before." "Oh, ay!" said Ben, "he has been on the farm.

That is Dickory Charter, whose father was drowned out fishing a few years ago.

He is a good lad, an' boards all ships comin' in or goin' out to sell his wares, for his mither leans on him now, having no ither." The youth, who seemed to feel that he was being talked about, now walked aft, and held up his basket.

He was a handsome youngster, lightly clad and barefooted; and, although not yet full grown, of a strong and active build.

Kate beckoned to him, and bought an orange.
"An' how is your mither, Dickory ?" said Ben.
"Right well, I thank you," said he, and gazed at Kate, who was biting a hole in her orange.
Then, as he turned and went away, having no reason to expect to sell anything more, Kate remarked to Ben: "That is truly a fine-looking young fellow.