Oh, I can't wait.

Dave, you take the 'Bee' up to the wharf.

Mr.Grant will help you, I know, as well as excuse me if I go ashore first." "Of course, I will," replied Cabot; and in another minute the young skipper was sculling ashore in the dinghy, while the schooner drifted more slowly in the same direction.
When they finally reached the factory wharf White was on hand to meet them, and beside him stood the slender, merry-eyed girl for whom the schooner had been named.

She unaffectedly held out a hand to Cabot when they were introduced, and at once invited him to the house to meet her mother.
"Yes," said White, "you two go along, and don't wait for me.

You see," he added, apologetically, to Cabot, "there's been a great catch of lobsters, and if I can only get them packed before we are interfered with, we'll make a pretty good season of it, after all." So the new-comer walked with Cola up the straggling village street, past a score of fisher cottages, each with a tiny porch, pots of flowers in the front windows, and a bit of a garden fenced with wattles, to keep out the children, goats, dogs, and pigs, that swarmed on all sides.