My father's on the sea somewhere looking for us, and grandfather lights the lamp every night to tell him where we are.

One night he'll see it and bring his ship in and take us all off together." "Who told you all this ?" "Nobody.

People won't tell me nothing (nofing).

I has to make it out in my head." At times, when his small limbs grew weary (though he never acknowledged this) he would stretch himself on the short turf of the headland and lie staring up at the white gulls.

No one ever came near enough to surprise the look which then crept over the child's face.