A Singer from the Sea

about Roland T

you, father, with the like of him. Your new frock is home, Denas, and

es turned suddenly silent and said no more until

was by the fire with her knitting in her hand,

t in my ho

w and all that he thought and every word he and Denas had sp

words, John. When the wicked was before him, eve

different kind of wicked men––they just thought of a bad thing and went and did

w wrong of Rolan

t's the way I know Roland Tresham is a bad one. I see the devil in the glinting of his eyes and the mock of his smile, and I wouldn't have been more sick frightened to-night if I'd seen a tiger purring around Denas than I was when I got the first glimpse of Tresham bending down, coax

wrong and danger there

l of it. If Denas would only listen a bit to Tris Penrose, he'd be the man for her––a g

ut these few months her l

g a-begging to them and getting nothing but a frown and a hard word, while devil's l

t out, and then quickly turned his head, for an inner door opened and Denas

he fisherman's poet––a far wiser man than most men––asks and answers t

your milk? is it m

about everywhe

see it? Is it bl

t fever? Is it w

What is it? T

ws the stre

ows, and H

love that is

her first of all and best of all." And she slipped on to his knee and stretched out her hand to her mother, and

ppiness, and then, stepping softly to her bedside, they blessed her in her sleep. And she was dreaming of Roland