With the aid of the glass he saw them land, and Ben carry Sally to the house in his arms.
“She’s fainted with fright, poor thing; it’s a rough beginning for her,” said the widow.
“He only wants to get her to the fire; there’s nothing the matter with her but a good soaking.”
’Twas now the Indian summer, with calm moonlight nights.
“Wife,” said Captain Rhines, “I expect Sally’s mother is dying to know how she got on the island that morning. If we don’t go now, we shan’t be able to go this winter; it’ll be too rough by and by. John, run over there, and ask her if she would like to go and see Sally.”
“Can I go, too, father?”
“Yes, I want you to help row; so do your chores, tie up the cattle, and bear a hand about it.”
Sally had washed her supper dishes, and Ben was pulling off his boots, when the door was opened, and in walked the party. It was a most joyful surprise to the new-married couple.
“Why, mother!” exclaimed Sally, kissing her again and again; “I was thinking the other day whether you would ever venture to come on to this island; and now you’re here so soon, and in the fall of the year, too!”
“Indeed, Sally, you know I never lacked for courage, only for strength. You must needs think I had a strong motive.”