her mother and Ninian, and then she held out her hand to him and said "Good-night, Quinny!

morrow," she said. "We'll g

t's," he

ere," she said, pointing to a footstool at her feet. Ninian was t

to see the fish being gutte

himself. He flushed as he looked up, fearing that she must despise him for his weakness, and he almost denied that he had had any feeling at all abou

oulder, "but you soon get used to it. The fishermen

chess problem, got up from the tabl

Quinny," he said.

ands with Mrs. Graham.

'll sleep well." And then she turned to kiss