As they stopped at the door of the little country store , a young man came around the corner . It was Young Si . He was in his rough fishing suit , with a big herring net trailing over his shoulder , but no disguise could effectually conceal his splendid figure . Agnes sprang forward eagerly . `` Si , where have you been ? Why have you never I been up to see us for so long ? '' Young Si made no verbal reply . He merely lifted his cap with formal politeness and turned on his heel . `` Well , I never ! '' exclaimed Agnes , as soon as she recovered her powers of speech . `` If that is how Young Si is going to treat his friends ! He must have got offended at something . I wonder what it is , '' she added , her curiosity getting the better of her indignation . When they came out they saw the solitary figure of Young Si far adown , crossing the dim , lonely shore fields . In the dusk Agnes failed to notice the pallor of her companion 's face and the unshed tears in her eyes . * * * * * `` I 've just been down to the Point , '' said Agnes , coming in one sultry afternoon about a week later , `` and Little Ev said as there was no fishing today he 'd take us out for that sail tonight if you wanted to go . '' Ethel Lennox put her drawing away listlessly . She looked pale and tired . She was going away the next day , and this was to be her last visit to the shore . About an hour before sunset a boat glided out from the shadow of the Point .
In it were Ethel Lennox and Agnes , together XXXXX Little Ev , the sandy-haired , undersized Pointer who owned the boat .
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