`` Will you take me out for a little row in the dory ? I have n't been out for so long . '' `` Of course . Come -- here 's the dory -- your namesake , you know . I had her fresh painted last week . She 's as clean as an eggshell . '' The girl stepped daintily off the rocks into the little cream-coloured skiff , and Benjamin untied the rope and pushed off . `` Where would you like to go , Mary Stella ? '' `` Oh , just upshore a little way -- not far . And do n't go out into very deep water , please , it makes me feel frightened and dizzy . '' Benjamin smiled and promised . He was rowing along with the easy grace of one used to the oar . He had been born and brought up in sound of the gulf 's waves ; its never-ceasing murmur had been his first lullaby . He knew it and loved it in every mood , in every varying tint and smile , in every change of wind and tide . There was no better skipper alongshore than Benjamin Selby . Mary Stella waved her hand gaily to the two men on the rocks . Benjamin looked back darkly . `` Who is that young fellow ? '' he asked again . `` Where does he belong ? ''
`` He is the son XXXXX Father 's sister -- his favourite sister , although he has never seen her since she married an American years ago and went to live in the States .
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