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“I sh’d think you might a’ cleaned up your boat, Andrer, if you was going to take ladies out,” said she graciously. And the fisherman rejoined, that perhaps she would have thought it looked better when it went out than it did then; he never had got a better fare o’ fish unless the trawls had been set over night.

There certainly had been a good haul; and, when Andrew carefully put those I had caught with the hand-line by themselves, I asked his sister to take them, if she liked. “Bless you!” said she, much pleased, “we couldn’t eat one o’ them big rock-cod in a week–I’ll take a little ha’dick if Andrer ‘ll pick me one out.”

She was a tall, large woman, who had a direct, business-like manner,–what the country people would call a master smart woman, or a regular driver,–and I liked her. She said something to her brother about some clothes she had been making for him or for Georgie, and I went off to the house where I was boarding for my breakfast. I was hungry enough, since I had had only a hurried lunch a good while before sunrise. I came back late in the morning, and found that Georgie’s aunt was just going away. I think my friends must have spoken well of me, for she came out to meet me as I nodded in going by, and said, “I suppose ye drive about some? We should be pleased to have ye come up to see us. We live right ‘mongst the woods; it ain’t much of a place to ask anybody to.” And she added that she might have done a good deal better for herself to have staid off. But there! they had the place, and she supposed she and Cynthy had done as well there as anywhere. Cynthy–well, she wasn’t one of your pushing kind; but I should have some flowers, and perhaps it would be a change for me. I thanked her, and said I should be delighted to go. Georgie and I would make her a call together some afternoon when he wasn’t busy; and Georgie actually smiled when I looked at him, and said, “All right,” and then hurried off down the shore. “Ain’t he an odd boy?” said Miss Hannah West, with a shadow of disapproval in her face. “But he’s just like his father and grandfather before him; you wouldn’t think they had no gratitude nor feelin’, but I s’pose they have. They used to say my father never’d forgit a friend, or forgive an enemy. Well, I’m much obliged to you, I’m sure, for taking an interest in the boy.” I said I liked him: I only wished I could do something for him. And then she said good-day, and drove off. I felt as if we were already good friends. “I’m much obliged for the fish,” she turned round to say to me again, as she went away.

One morning, not long afterward, I asked Georgie if he could possibly leave his business that afternoon, and he gravely answered me that he could get away just as well as not, for the tide would not be right for lobsters until after supper.

“I should like to go up and see your aunt,” said I. “You know she asked me to come the other day when she was here.

“I’d like to go,” said Georgie sedately. “Father was going up this week; but the mackerel struck in, and we couldn’t leave. But it’s better’n six miles up there.”

“That’s not far,” said I. “I’m going to have Captain Donnell’s horse and wagon;” and Georgie looked much interested.

I wondered if he would wear his oil-skin suit; but I was much amazed, and my heart was touched, at seeing how hard he had tried to put himself in trim for the visit. He had on his best jacket and trousers (which might have been most boys’ worst), and a clean calico shirt; and he had scrubbed his’ freckled, honest little face and his hard little hands, until they were as clean as possible; and either he or his father had cut his hair. I should think it had been done with a knife, and it looked as if a rat had gnawed it. He had such a holiday air! He really looked very well; but still, if I were to have a picture of George, it should be in the oil-skin fishing-suit. He had gone out to his box, which was anchored a little way out in the cove, and had chosen two fine lobsters which he had tied together with a bit of fish-line. They were lazily moving their claws and feelers; and his father, who had come in with his boat not long before, added from his fare of fish three plump mackerel.