“Have we time to put everything in order before we go?”
“Oh, yes,” responded the young man, “quite time enough.”
And together they went to work and cleared away the table, and washed and replaced the dishes.
Next they took all the meat and bread and fish that was in the house and put it out in the shed, so that Priscilla and Nicholas, the cat and dog, might have something to eat during the week of Granny Lindsay’s absence.
Then David Lindsay covered up the fire, and locked up the house, all except the door by which they would go out.
“Ah! suppose Granny Lindsay should come back very soon?” said Gloria.
“She will not come back before I have time to write her a letter, inclosed in one to the priest, and telling them both all about our position,” said David Lindsay.
“That is all, then. I believe I have no other anxiety,” said Gloria, as they left the house together.
David Lindsay walked in advance, carrying his own large bag in one hand, and Gloria’s little one in the other.
Gloria followed, with her hands in her muff, and so they reached the sands where she had landed.