There, look! there she is: mother sees us; she's
wavin' somethin' out o' the fore door! She'll be to the landin'-
place quick's we are."
I looked, and could see a tiny flutter in the doorway, but a
quicker signal had made its way from the heart on shore to the
heart on the sea.
"How do you suppose she knows it is me?" said Mrs. Todd, with
a tender smile on her broad face. "There, you never get over bein'
a child long's you have a mother to go to. Look at the chimney,
now; she's gone right in an' brightened up the fire. Well, there,
I'm glad mother's well; you'll enjoy seein' her very much."
Mrs. Todd leaned back into her proper position, and the boat
trimmed again. She took a firmer grasp of the sheet, and gave an
impatient look up at the gaff and the leech of the little sail, and
twitched the sheet as if she urged the wind like a horse. There
came at once a fresh gust, and we seemed to have doubled our speed.
Soon we were near enough to see a tiny figure with handkerchiefed
head come down across the field and stand waiting for us at the
cove above a curve of pebble beach.
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