As her father's boat grounded, they became contemplative of the mud, and dispersed themselves.

She saw that the mute avoidance had begun.
Gaffer saw it, too, in so far as that he was moved when he set foot on shore, to stare around him.

But, he promptly set to work to haul up his boat, and make her fast, and take the sculls and rudder and rope out of her.

Carrying these with Lizzie's aid, he passed up to his dwelling.
'Sit close to the fire, father, dear, while I cook your breakfast.
It's all ready for cooking, and only been waiting for you.

You must be frozen.' 'Well, Lizzie, I ain't of a glow; that's certain.