She comes down every morning to my brig to sell cakes--stays often all day.

It does not matter; steer more into the bank; we must get under the bushes.

My canoe is hidden not far from here." As he spoke his eyes watched the broad-leaved nipas which they were brushing in their swift and silent course.
"Look out, Nina," he said at last; "there, where the water palms end and the twigs hang down under the leaning tree.

Steer for the big green branch." He stood up attentive, and the boat drifted slowly in shore, Nina guiding it by a gentle and skilful movement of her paddle.

When near enough Dain laid hold of the big branch, and leaning back shot the canoe under a low green archway of thickly matted creepers giving access to a miniature bay formed by the caving in of the bank during the last great flood.