"Who is that young lady?" asked Mr. Jones, as Bobtail returned the salute.
"That's the one that fell off the rocks at Blank Island," replied the skipper.
"And the one you saved! Why didn't you say so before, so that we could have a good look at her?"
"I didn't think of it."
"She is a rich man's daughter."
"Yes, sir; her father is as rich as mud."
"And one of these days, Captain Bobtail, you will marry her, just as it is laid down in the novels," laughed Mr. Howe.
"I guess not;" and Bobtail blushed at the presumptuous idea. "She will not marry any poor fellow like me, you'd better believe. She will fish for bigger game than I am."
"She seems to like you very well."
"O, well, that's nothing; she's only a girl, and I'm only a boy," added the skipper.