When he perceived her he laughed; but as she also laughed, it was plain she was not offended.
This pretty girl was dressed in a large blue gown, belonging to the stout Dame Charter, and which was quite as much of a gown as she had any possible need for.

Her head was bare, for she had lost her hat, and she wore neither shoes nor stockings, those articles of apparel having been so shrunken by immersion as to make it impossible for her to get them on.
"Thy mother is a good woman," said Kate, "and I am so glad you did not take me to the town.

I don't wonder you gaze at me; I must look like a fright." Dickory made no answer, but by the way in which he regarded her, she knew that he saw nothing frightful in her face.
"You have been very good to me," said she, rising and making a step towards him, but suddenly stopping on account of her bare feet, "and I wish I could tell you how thankful I am to you.

You are truly a brave boy, Dickory; the bravest I have ever known." His brows contracted.

"Why do you call me a boy ?" he interrupted.