And then she would be up on her feet and toiling hard as ever.

Where she obtained this strength was the marvel to me.
"Think of the long rest this winter," was her reply to my remonstrances.
"Why, we'll be clamorous for something to do." We held a housewarming in my hut the night it was roofed.

It was the end of the third day of a fierce storm which had swung around the compass from the south-east to the north-west, and which was then blowing directly in upon us.

The beaches of the outer cove were thundering with the surf, and even in our land-locked inner cove a respectable sea was breaking.

No high backbone of island sheltered us from the wind, and it whistled and bellowed about the hut till at times I feared for the strength of the walls.