The little cottage, standing so boldly out upon the sea cliff, shook and rocked from end to end as if preparing to leave its foundations.
"I see supper is ready," went on Bob.

"By the way, was Mr.Vasty here ?" At once Mrs.Cromwell's face grew dark and troubled.

It was an aristocratic face, and plainly indicated that the lady had seen better days.
"Yes, he was here, Bob." "And what did he say ?" "We must leave on Monday.

The cottage has been sold over our heads." Tears stood in Mrs.Cromwell's eyes as she spoke.
"Sold!" "Yes, my boy.

He said he could wait no longer.