"Winnie," — said Winthrop softly, and she felt his arm closer drawn around her, — "you must not do that."
It mattered little what Winthrop asked Winnie to do; she never failed to obey him. She stopped crying now, and in another moment was smiling to him her delight, through the drops that held their place yet in her eyes and on her cheeks.
The little boat was shoved in to the usual place among the rocks and the passengers got out.
"What's the fare, Hild'? — sloop and all?"
The skipper stood on the rocks and looked into the water.
"Will you let me come to you to clear me out, the first time I get into trouble?"
"Yes."
"Then we're square!" he said, preparing to jump back into his boat.
"Then hasn't come," said Winthrop; "let's keep things square as we go along."
"All right," said the skipper. "Couldn't take nothin' from you the first time, Governor."