Below Paspahegh a cockleshell of a boat carrying a great white sail overtook me, and I was hailed by young Hamor.
"The maids are come!" he cried.

"Hurrah!" and stood up to wave his hat.
"Humph!" I said.

"I guess thy destination by thy hose.

Are they not 'those that were thy peach-colored ones' ?" "Oons! yes!" he answered, looking down with complacency upon his tarnished finery.

"Wedding garments, Captain Percy, wedding garments!" I laughed.