"They are saying that the Mr.Selincourt who has bought the fishing fleet will come here when the waters open; but wherever will he stay ?" "I don't know; perhaps he will have one of the huts down at Seal Cove, although they are very dirty.

I think if I were in his place I should have a new hut built, or else live in a tent," Katherine answered.
"He will have a hut built, I expect; then perhaps if he likes the place he will come every year.

Although it's funny the whims rich people have, to be coming to a place like this, when they might be living in a civilized country, with everything that heart could desire within a hand's reach," said Mrs.M'Crawney with a toss of her head.
"I suppose being able to have all they want spoils them so much that they are always wanting a change.

But if we don't start we shall be late in getting home, and travelling is very bad over the broken ground at the end of the bay," Katherine said, as she rose and began to draw her scarlet cloud closer round her head again.
Her father was still talking to Peter M'Crawney when she came in search of him, but he looked so much relieved at the interruption that she could only suppose the agent had been talking overmuch about the rich Englishman who was expected in that remote quarter of the world next spring, when the waters were open.
"Are you ready to go now ?" Katherine asked, a sudden pang of pity stabbing at her heart, for in the strong light her father's face looked worn and furrowed, more than she had ever seen it before; indeed, a look of age had crept over his countenance during the last few days that was very marked, while his dark hair showed streaks of grey which had certainly not been there a week ago.

He had momentarily taken off his cap, to do something to one of the lappets which was not comfortable; but now he put it on again, covering his head, ears, and a good part of his face as well.
"Yes, I am ready, and rather keen on starting, for there is a damp smell coming in the air which may mean a slight thaw or more fall, and either would be bad for us to-day," he answered, lifting his head and sniffing, like a dog that scents a trail.
"Can't the dogs pull you a piece, Miss ?" asked the agent in a tone of concern.