On the sand in this nook stood a horse and an old wagon.

Beyond a large log, a little fire of driftwood had been started, and a woman was endeavoring to fry some fish in a spider.

Two children had partly unharnessed the horse, and were giving him some dry grass.
From afar, a woman and a girl who had been taking a walk on a road high up on the cliffs, looked curiously down at the persons in the sandy nook.
"I wonder who they are, and what they are traveling that way for ?" said the girl to her mother.
"It's the same wagon that was on, the sands last night, I suppose," returned her mother.

"The milk boy said he saw a wagon drive on the beach about dark.

I wonder if they stayed up here all night?
Suppose we walk down, Addie, and talk with that woman." "I'm afraid she won't want to see us," objected the daughter.