One of the fishermen took them home to his own cabin, where there was a good fire of turf, and a kind woman and some little children.

They got a good supper of potatoes and herrings, which, after their long fast, was found to be most delicious.
The little fisher-children came round them, smiling at them, examining them all over, touching their clothes.

They had never seen anything so nice as this little lady and gentleman.

There were six little fishermen and fisherwomen, all in red flannel frocks and bare feet.

Nonie, the eldest, who was eight years old, could not cease admiring the strangers.
"Where were ye ?" she asked suddenly, after a long, worshipful silence, with her eyes fixed now on Terry and now on Turly.
"Oh! isn't she sweet ?" cried Terry.