He always rose at this hour, both summer and winter; and he had been so long in the habit of it, that it had become a kind of second nature with him.

Going to the window, he drew aside the curtain and looked out.

The Speedwell rode safely at the wharf, gallantly mounting the swells which were raised by quite a stiff breeze that was blowing directly down the creek.

He amused himself for about two hours in his shop; and after he had eaten his breakfast, he began to get ready to start on the proposed excursion.

A large basket, filled with refreshments, was carefully stowed away in one of the lockers of the Speedwell, the sails were hoisted, the painter was cast off, and Frank took his seat at the helm, and the boat moved from the shore "like a thing of life." The creek was too narrow to allow of much maneuvering, and Frank was obliged to forbear judging of her sailing qualities until he should reach the river.