A sea-mew passed close to her in its flight.

"That was a bird!" said she.

"Is there no one here beside ourselves ?" "No; no one at all," answered Otto, carelessly.
"Is no one in the hut, no one behind the sand-hills ?" again asked the grandmother.

"It was not on account of the dried meat that I came here--it was not to wet my face on the shore; I speak with you alone, which I could not do in the house.

Give me your hand! Now that the old man rests in the grave, you yourself will guide the rudder; the estate will be sold, and you will not come again to the west coast.