I just wanted to run down the bluff to the shore, and he led me way round that headland to the funniest old house, half-sunken in the sand, and I got acquainted with the old grandmother and Marcelle.

The boys and the little youngsters seemed half-scared to death at the sight of me, and so I didn't bother to get acquainted with them yet." The Dean looked up at her over his glasses with a quizzical expression, and Miss Daphne fairly caught her breath.
"The Beaubiens on the shore, my dear ?" she asked.

"Those half-breed French Canadians ?" "Well, I didn't know just what they were," answered Kit, cheerfully, "but I think they're awfully interesting.

Don't you think that they look like the Breton fisher people in some of the old French paintings?
That girl looked just exactly like the youngest one crossing the sands at low tide at St.Malo.We have the painting at home, and I love it.

And there was another girl about thirteen that I saw staring at me from the kitchen, and she looked just like 'The Song of the Lark' girl where she's crossing the fields at dawn." "The Beaubiens have not a very good reputation, my dear," the Dean coughed slightly behind his hand as he spoke.