Happy Island

nner to them.... They came home in the dusk, hungry and tired. “Harr’et’s cooking ’do ’t to b

om shone in the dusk. “It’s the new girl,”

f cooking. By the stove knelt a young girl, her hand on the oven door. She looked up as they came in and clos

liam heartily. He glanced at the table.

k came out, and ran away. “

long the shelf over the s

them outside by the door—

liam, “I gen’ally keep ’em under the sink

e said. “The biscuit are just right.” She took the biscuit from the oven and set chairs for them at the table and flitted about, with quick, soft steps.

e, closing her eyes. “She knows suthin’ ’s happened,”

“She looks p

e men-folks—not just like ’em. They ’ll smile and look polite a

bubbled over

ked at her. He adjusted his glasses and l

ught it was kind of

hing I know—the way women be. I take a sight o’ c

ld you like s

d a good supper.” He pushed back from the table. “Now,

y to touch my dishes

his glasses. “I was going to sh

played about her lips. “And I don’t need any help.”

am’s eye fo

She took it from behind the

fingers. “I gen’ally read my letter

e door and they heard a little rattle of pans. Uncle William chuck

hey’re in Greenland,” he sa

e map and they bent over the table, talking and tracin

she had finished her work, she took off her apron and folded it up. “I’m going now,”

at a lively rate.... “Why—you can’t go—alone, Celia. You wa

” she said promp

Uncle William. He wa

ou, sir.” She went out of the door and the light of h

oked at Benjy. “A good deal like the sou’-west wind,” he s

said Bodet, watching th

s over the sink—He crossed the room and opened the cupboard door under the sink and look