And then she took Kate out into a little grove behind the house to see if she could find some ripe oranges.
It was a fair property, although not large, which belonged to the Widow Charter.

Her husband had been a thriving man, although a little inclined to speculations in trade which were entirely out of his line, and when he met his death in the sea he left her nothing but her home and some inconsiderable land about it.

Dickory had been going to a grammar-school in the town, and was considered a fair scholar, but with his father's death all that stopped, and the boy was obliged to go to work to do what he could for his mother.

And ever since he had been doing what he could, without regard to appearances, thinking only of the money.
But on Sunday, when he rowed his mother to church, he wore good clothes, being especially proud of his buckled shoes and his long brown hose, which were always of good quality.
They were eating dinner when oars were heard on the river, and in a moment a boat swung around into the inlet.

In the stern sat Master Martin Newcombe, and two men were rowing.
Now Dickory Charter swore in his heart, although he was not accustomed to any sort of blasphemy; and as Miss Kate gazed eagerly through the open window, our young friend narrowly scrutinized her face to see if she were glad or not.