Some old stump would be lit, and the people would sit on logs or on the sand about the fire, and talk and sing.

The last thing, every night, hymns were sung.
To-night, Addie and her, mother went down to the beach as usual.
After sitting by the fire awhile, Addie rose and wandered up the beach, as persons sometimes did, to watch the waves.

At a distance from the camp-fire, where the darkness, covered the beach, Addie turned to go back.

She was startled by a movement in the darkness.
"Don't be afraid," said the voice of the woman who, with her children, had spent that day in the nook farther up the beach.

"The little girls were asleep, and I came here to listen to the folks sing.