She was dripping with perspiration, and looked as if she had been rowing for a wager.
Mr.Selincourt was sitting in the stern, and there was a small boy covered with mud too.

The girl bade us take Mr.Selincourt and get him to bed, and said that she would send down river for Mr.
Ferrars." "How truly good of her!" cried Mary, with a mist of tears coming into her eyes.

"It must have been Miss Radford from the store over the river.

I was going to ask one of you to go to Seal Cove for Mr.Ferrars, but if he has been already sent for he may soon be here.

So will you please go over to the store instead, give my love to Miss Radford, and ask her to tell you what was wrong ?" The man dried his soapy hands by the simple process of rubbing them on his trousers, and started on his errand, while Mary entered the house again and peeped in at the open door of her father's room, to make sure that he was still sleeping.
There was a good fire in the kitchen, and the kettle was boiling again.