She drew a breath of relief.
Then, being in a happier frame of mind, and the afternoon clear and beautiful, she moved the glass along the horizon, watching the distant white specks across the bay on the Wellmouth bluffs--houses and buildings they were--the water, the shore, the fish weirs, the pine groves.

She became interested in a sloop, beating into Wellmouth harbor, and watched that.

After a time she heard, in the house below, her father shouting her name.
She gave the glass one more comprehensive sweep preparatory to closing it and going downstairs.

As she did this a moving speck came into view and vanished.
Slowly she moved the big end of the spyglass back along the arc it had traveled.

She found the speck and watched it.