"Isn't it a jolly place ?" He slipped his arm about her and drew her to him.

"See, there's the stove with the kindling-wood all ready to light when anything comes ashore, and up on that shelf are life-preservers; and here's a table and some stools and a lantern--two of 'em; and there's the big life-boat, all ready to push out.

Good place to come Sundays with some of the fellows, isn't it?
Play all night here, and not a soul would find you out," he chuckled as he pointed to the different things.
"You didn't think, now, I was going to have a cubby-hole like this to hide you in where that old spot-cat Martha can't be watching us, did you ?" he added, drawing her toward him and again kissing her with a sudden intensity.
Lucy slipped from his arms and began examining everything with the greatest interest.

She had never seen anything but the outside of the house before and she always wondered what it contained, and as a child had stood up on her toes and tried to peep in through the crack of the big door.

When she had looked the boat all over and felt the oars, and wondered whether the fire could be lighted quick enough, and pictured in her mind the half-drowned people huddled around it in their sea-drenched clothes, she moved to the door.