"I don't know that we ought to trouble Mr.
Winslow," she said.

"He is busy, you know." Jed protested.

"It won't be a mite of trouble," he declared.
"Besides, it ain't healthy to work too long at a stretch.

That is," he drawled, "folks say 'tain't, so I never take the risk." Mrs.Armstrong smiled and followed him out into the yard, where Miss Barbara had already preceded them.

The view over the edge of the bluff was glorious and the grass in the yard was green, the flowers bright and pretty and the shadows of the tall lilac bushes by the back door of the little white house cool and inviting.
Barbara danced along the bluff edge, looking down at the dories and nets on the beach below.