Three young men stood together on a wharf one bright October day awaiting the arrivalof an ocean steamer with an impatience which found a vent in lively skirmishes with asmall lad, who pervaded the premises like a will-o'-the-wisp and afforded muchamusement to the other groups assembled there."They are the Campbells, waiting for their cousin, who has been abroad several yearswith her uncle, the doctor," whispered one lady to another as the handsomest of the youngmen touched his hat to her as he passed, lugging the boy, whom he had just rescued from alittle expedition down among the piles."Which is that?" asked the stranger."Prince Charlie, as he's called a fine fellow, the most promising of the seven, but a littlefast, people say," answered the first speaker with a shake of the head."Are the others his brothers?""No, cousins. The elder is Archie, a most exemplary young man. He has just gone intobusiness with the merchant uncle and bids fair to be an honor to his family. The other, withthe eyeglasses and no gloves, is Mac, the odd one, just out of college.""And the boy?"