Up the river they slowly but safely went, the fisherman guiding his party
through the fog to the place of landing. A part of the way he had towed
them along, throwing them the painter of his boat.

"Whenever John Fisher can do you a favor, marm, let me know it," said the
man.

"Three cheers for John Fisher!" shouted the club. Wort joined in this, and
he also said to himself, "I wish I had told him not to mind my seeding
him. I will, the next time; see if I don't."

Peleg Wherren's fish-house was a neighbor of the lane, and from the boat
the party passed to Aunt Stanshy's. As Charlie went along, he noticed a
woman in the lane.

She wore a rusty black hood, a faded red shawl, and an old calico dress.
Her general look was that of poverty. She turned as she heard the sound of
steps, and, turning, chanced to face Aunt Stanshy. Thereupon the two women
both swung round and looked away, like neighboring vanes struck by
opposite currents of wind. Aunt Stanshy started and went ahead rapidly. In
a moment Charlie heard some one crying. Looking back he saw it was Pip,
who had fallen and hurt himself. The woman in faded clothes was quite
nigh, and immediately running to Pip, helped him up, saying, in a pitying,
motherly way, "You poor little fellow!"

"She has a pleasant face," thought Charlie. "Who is it?"

He asked Simes Badger, who came down the lane.