Jeanne put down her book.
"Good morning, Miss Caynsard!" she said.
"Good morning, miss!" the girl answered awkwardly.

"You have had a long walk!" Jeanne nodded.
"I went so far," she said, "that I had to race the tide home, or I should have had to wade through the home creek." Kate nodded.
"The tide do come sometimes," she said, "at a most awful pace.

I have been out after whelks myself, and had to walk home with the sea all round me, and nothing but a ribbon of dry land.

One needs to know the ways about on this wilderness." "One learns them by watching," Jeanne remarked.

"I suppose you have lived here all your life." "All my life," the girl answered, "and my father and grandfather before me.