"If they had wanted to see anybody, they'd have stopped at the settlement." Notwithstanding this objection, the mother began to descend the path toward the sands at the bottom of the cliffs.

Both Mrs.Weeks and her daughter Addie were somewhat breathless by the time they had pushed their way through the heavy white sand to the spot where the stranger, was cooking.

The spider contained only a few very small fish.
"Good-morning," said Mrs.Weeks, pleasantly.
The brown-faced woman who held the spider lifted her eyes and nodded.
"Have you been fishing ?" asked Mrs.Weeks.
"We didn't have much luck," murmured the other woman.

"Maybe we didn't fish in the best place.

Tillie was wanting fish." The younger of the two children colored and hung her head at this reference to her.