It really was just a little selfish of Cinders.
She glanced towards him, and saw that the sand-storm had temporarily abated.

He was working away the heap that had collected beneath him in preparation for more extensive operations.
"Cinders!" she called, in the forlorn hope of attracting his attention.
"Cinders!" Then, with a sudden spurt of animation, "Cinders darling, just come and see what I've found!" But Cinders was not so easily deceived.

He stood a moment with his stubby little body tensely poised, then plunged afresh with feverish eagerness to his task.
The sand-storm recommenced, and Chris turned with a sigh to contemplate the blue horizon.

A large steamer was travelling slowly across it.

She watched it enviously.
"Lucky people!" she said.