Changing Winds

cnicked in the Smugglers' Cave and on Boveyhayne Common where the gorse was in bloom, and Henry had plucked whinblossoms to dye Easter eggs when he found that the G

o much of the bread and butter and jam and cream that they could not eat the cake.) And they swam every day.... Mary was like a sea-bird: she seemed to swim on the crest of every wave as lightly as a feather, and was only submerged when she chose to thrust her head into the body of some wave swelling higher and higher until it

ustily when he heard the news, for he had made arrangements with a fisherman to "clean" a skate that evening when the trawlers came home. "I bet him thruppence I could do it as good as he could, and now I'll have to pay

Vicar and his wife, and they went to the room which had been the nursery and was now a work-room, and lit

"We've got to get up jolly early to-mo

s to the fire. "I wish I weren't going

," Mary

and he turned to look at her, a little s

d leaning against him as she was accustomed to lean

lled it. "He isn't a bad chap, old Qu

Henry shouted, punc

like anything if you kill a rabbit or

than you, and I do think it's horrid of you to go gutting fish just for fun. The fishermen have t

" yelle

d, "Quinny's much nicer than

sserted stoutly. "I'm te

ou're

y Mary's admiration, plucked

Ninian," he said. "Anybody could see

ou for it," Ninian replied, sq

y, "and I won't let Quinny fight you, and Quinny, if

She's saved your life, Ninian,"

Ninian

, as she prepared to leave them, "and perhaps mother'

e don't want you blubbing

b, Ninian. I

blubbed the last time and made me

t won't be about you.... Anyhow, I shall get

rst out laughing. "Oh! Oh, he's

you ass!" said H

of his arm. "Never mind, Quinny," sh

t and left him a

e had gone, "we ought to go down