Early upon a cloudy afternoon, Major Bonnet and his daughter went out in a small boat to look at his vessel, the Sarah Williams, which was then lying a short distance below the town.

“Now, Kate,” said the good Major Bonnet, when they were on board, “I have fitted up a little room for you below, which I think you will find comfortable enough during the voyage to Jamaica.  I will take you with me when I return to the house, and then you can make up a little package of clothes which it will be easy to convey to the river bank when the time shall come for you to depart.  I cannot now say just when that time will arrive; it may be in the daytime or it may be at night, but it will be soon, and I will give you good notice, and I will come up the river for you in a boat.  But now I am very busy, and I will leave you to become acquainted with the Sarah Williams, which, for a few days, will be your home.  I shall be obliged to row over to the town for, perhaps, half an hour, but Ben Greenway will be here to attend to anything you need until I return.”

Ben Greenway was a Scotchman, who had for a long time been Major Bonnet’s most trusted servant.  He was a good farmer, was apt at carpenter work, and knew a good deal about masonry.  A few months ago, any one living in that region would have been likely to say, if the subject had been brought up, that without Ben Greenway Major Bonnet could not get along at all, not even for a day, for he depended upon him in so many ways.  And yet, now the master of the estate was about to depart, for nobody knew how long, and leave his faithful servant behind.  The reason he gave was, that Ben could not be spared from the farm; but people in general, and Ben in particular, thought this very poor reasoning.  Any sort of business which made it necessary for Major Bonnet to separate himself from Ben Greenway was a very poor business, and should not be entered upon.

The deck of the Sarah Williams presented a lively scene as Kate stood upon the little quarter-deck and gazed forward.  The sailors were walking about and sitting about, smoking, talking, or coiling things away.  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.