"Are those you are now making for them?"
"Yes, these are shad-nets. I hate to knit, but the boys pay Ann for doing it, and she does them all. I guess you'll be pretty thirsty," said Cherrie, laughing as easily as if she had known him for the past ten years, "before Ann gets back with the water. She's horrid slow."
"Never mind. The longer she is away, the better I shall like it, Miss Cherrie."
Miss Cherrie dropped her needle and mesh-block, and opened her black eyes.
"Why, how did you find out my name? You don't know me, do you?"
"A little. I trust we shall be very well acquainted before long."
Cherrie smiled graciously.
"Everybody knows me, I think. How did you find out who I was?"
"I saw you last night."
"No! did you, though? What time? where was I?"