"This place belonged to my grandfather's father, Louis Beaubien.

There were Indians around here then.
Most of them 'Jibways." Jean used to say that the instant Kit's curiosity was aroused, she was just exactly like a squirrel after nuts, and here was an entirely new field of romance and adventure to be uncovered.

She fairly sniffed the air.

The wonderful old grandmother, basking in the sun with memories of the past like a Mother Time.

The strong, tanned boys working at the nets, the flock of dark-skinned youngsters, and the girl, Marcelle, whom she was to know so well before her stay in Delphi was over.
She hurried back, eager to ask questions about the Beaubiens, and found herself late for breakfast the very first morning she was there.