The other smiled shyly.
"We have some fresh rock cod up at our house.

My brother catches fresh fish for us every day," said Addie to the older little girl.
"Don't you want to walk back with me, and, get some of the fish for your mother ?" The child nodded.

"We're not beggars, Miss.

You must not rob yourself of your own fish," remonstrated, the child's mother; but Addie assured the woman that fish were so plentiful in the settlement that neighbors often gave part of the results of a catch to some one else.
The girl went away over the cliffs with the child.

Mrs.Weeks sat down on a log.