While he talked to the old fisherman, more than half his attention was centred on her beautiful, innocent face.
"My!" she suddenly exclaimed, turning upon him with a dazzling smile.

"I reckon you'll almost be equal to beating up an egg yourself if you watch long enough." "Perhaps," said Merefleet.
She laughed gaily.

"Are you coming along with Bert and me this afternoon in Quiller's boat ?" she inquired.
"I believed I have engaged Quiller to come and do the hard work for me," Merefleet said.
"You!" She was bending over the fire, stirring the beaten egg into a saucepan.

"Oh, you lazy old Bear!" she said reprovingly.

"What good will that do you ?" "I don't know that I want anything to do me good," Merefleet returned.
He had become almost genial under these unusual circumstances.