The small boat was also blue with a white stripe. At the stern sat a single figure. But though they were still too far apart to distinguish features, Dick knew that the figure was that of a girl--a girl of a fine, healthy carriage, her face tanned an even brown, and a laugh in her black eyes. He knew, even before he brought his glass to bear on her, that she was dressed in a blue sailor suit, with a rolling blue-and-white collar cut V-shape and giving a glimpse of her round brown neck. He knew that her black hair was gathered simply with a ribbon and left to hang about her shoulders, that her arms were bared to the elbow. He could see that she was carrying a few yards more sail than was safe for a catboat in that breeze, and there was a laugh in his own eyes as he shook his head over her recklessness. He knew that it would do no good to speak to her about it; and her father and mother had never been able to look upon her with any but fond, foolish eyes. Steadily the _Merry Anne_ drew in toward the pier; rapidly the _Captain_--so Annie called her boat--came bobbing and skimming out to meet her. A few moments more and Dick could wave his hat and shout, “Ahoy, there!” And he heard in reply, as he had known that he should, a merry “Ahoy, there! I 'll beat you in!” And then they raced for it, Annie gaining, as she generally could, while the schooner was laboriously coming about, and working in slowly under reduced sail. She ran in close to the pier, came up into the wind, and waited there while the crew were making the schooner fast. At length the stevedores started unloading the lumber and Dick was free. He leaned on the rail and looked down at Annie who had by this time come alongside; and he saw that she had a bunch of blue-and-white forget-me-nots in her hair. “Well,” she said, looking up, and driving all power of consecutive thought out of Dick's head, as she always did when she rested her black eyes full on his, “well, I beat you.” “Take me aboard, Annie. I've got something for you.” “All right, come down. You can take the sheet.” Dick pushed off from the schooner's side and the _Captain_ filled away toward the shore. “Hold on, Annie, come about. I don't have to go in yet.” “Where do you want to go?” “I don't care--run out a little way.” Annie brought her about and Dick watched her with admiring eyes. “Well, now,” he began, as they settled down for a run off the wind, “I didn't know whether I was going to get here to-day or not.” “It _was_ pretty bad.” “You were thinking of me, weren't you, Annie?” She smiled and gave her attention to the boat. “Roche was drunk, and I had to leave him at Manistee.” “You didn't come down shorthanded, did you, Dick,--in that storm?” He nodded. “But how? You couldn't have got much sleep.” “I didn't get any till this noon.” “Now, that's just like you, Dick, always running risks when you don't have to.” “But I did have to.” “I don't see why.” “What day's to-day?”