Very likely father will sleep out there and we sha'n't see anything of him until to-morrow." Granet stepped once more to the window.

The mists had rolled up more thickly than ever and the queer little structure was almost invisible.

A bright light, however, fell upon the water a little distance away.
"Your father has electric light out there," he remarked.
"Yes, they have a wire from the shed," she told him.

"Whatever he's trying to do, he needs a very intense and concentrated light at times." Granet drew a little sigh.
"Well, I hope it's something that'll do us a bit of good," he said.
"We need it.

The Germans are miles ahead of us with regard to all new-fangled ideas." She opened her lips and closed them again.