He was walking, still with haste as if to a certain destination, toward the rectory buried in its half circle of crouching trees.

And already another shadow was hurrying from the house to meet him.

It was the boy, little Sep Marvin, and in the stillness of the evening his shrill voice could be heard in excited greeting.
"What have you brought?
What have you brought ?" he was crying, as he ran toward Barebone.

They seemed to have so much to say to each other that they could not wait until they came within speaking distance.

The boy took Barebone's hand, and turning walked back with him to the old house peeping over the dyke toward the sea.