About a mile and a half from shore was a lightship, and farther out a white steamer showed in perfect outline against the blueness of the morning sky.
Kit followed Sandy's lead, hardly realizing the distance she was covering, until he suddenly disappeared behind a nosing headland.

When she rounded it, she saw a cottage built close under the shelter of the bluff.

The sand drifted like snow half-way up to its windows.

It had been painted red once, but now its old clapboards were the color of sorrel, and weather-beaten and wave-washed like the boulders.

There were fish nets drying on tall staples driven in behind a couple of overturned rowboats, and at that first glimpse it seemed to her as if there were children everywhere.