One day she brought old Mrs. Grieven in to do some shopping, and waited outside Cheeseman's while the old lady pottered in and out of the various stores. Just in front of her stood a peddler's wagon, very neat and trim, with a brown horse attached to it. A bag was attached to the horse's nose, and he was asleep. Kitty looked him over approvingly. A good horse; a bit cobby and stocky; no speed, she judged, but much steadiness, and--she added mentally, as the horse waked and turned an appraising eye on Dan--some intelligence. At this moment Mr. Cheeseman's door opened and a man came out; a tall, loose-jointed brown man, with a sea-going air about him. A new face to Kitty: she loved a new face; a good one, too. Their eyes met; the brown man made a little gesture, as friendly as it was courteous. His arms were full of glass jars, small and large, containing bright-hued candies; these he proceeded to stow away carefully on the shelves of the neat cupboard at the back of his wagon. Over the shelves were drawers, labeled "Lozenges," "Jujubes," etc., etc. These he filled with neat rolls and parcels produced from various pockets. As he worked he hummed and whistled under his breath, and presently broke into song, in a mellow baritone voice. "'Now Renzo caught a fever, That's what Renzo caught, tiddy hi! It sot him all a-queever, So haul the bowline, haul! He took to his bed and the doctor come, And give him a dose that sure was some, For it h'isted him off to Kingdom Come, So haul the bowline, haul!'" Kitty was reserved enough in some ways, but she never could restrain her laughter; she gave a little crow at the fate of "Renzo," the conclusion, had she but known it, of an eventful life. The brown man turned with a responsive chuckle. "There!" he said. "I was warblin', warn't I? You must excuse me, lady; I'm a sea-farin' man, and I have to warble, 'pears though: I b'lieve I warble in my sleep." "It was so funny, I couldn't help laughing!" said Kitty. "Poor Renzo! is there any more about him?" "Oh, my, yes! old Renzo! There's more songs and chanteys about him than you could shake a stick at. Renzo or Ranzo--I've heard much as a dozen of 'em. This one's the only one I know clear'n through, though." "Oh! please! won't you sing it all for me?" Kitty leaned forward, her eyes aglow. "Why, it ain't nothin' but an old sailor song, you understand, but you're welcome to it, such as 'tis." Leaning comfortably against the back of his wagon, his brown gaze wandering placidly up and down the street, the brown man sang as follows: "Now Renzo was a sailor; That's what Renzo was, tiddy hi! He surely warn't a tailor, So haul the bowline, haul! He went adrift in Casco Bay, Mate to a mud-scow haulin' hay, And he come home late for his weddin' day, So haul the bowline, haul!