“Nothing has happened,” he assented, wearily. “Nothing ever will happen now.”
She smiled.
“You mean that you will stay here and build boats all your life?”
“That is what I mean to do,” he announced.
She laid her hand upon his shoulder.
“Don't believe it, Leonard,” she said. “There is other work for you in the world somewhere, just as there is for me.”
He shook his head and she picked up her basket again, smiling.
“Your time will come as it comes to the rest of us,” she declared, cheerfully. “You won't want to sit here and bury your talents in the sands all your days. Have you heard what is going to happen to me?”
“No! Something good, I hope.”
“My father's favorite niece is coming to live with us—there are seven of them altogether, and farming doesn't pay like it used to, so Margaret is coming here. Father says that if she is as handy as she used to be I may go back to the schools almost at once.”