"No."
"Look at your tent. We'll put the little girl in a fine house with a roof on it, and a door that opens and shuts."
"No."
"We'll give her pretty clothes, and teach her from the picture books. She'll come back so you won't know her."
"But I want to know her."
"We'll feed her well, and fill her up till she's as fat as a seal."
"No. That's all. Jimmy and Billy can go. She shall stay here with me."
This time the father kept his face tight closed. There was no help at all from him. He looked the other way, stiff as a seal-gaff.
The mate was already on his way to the beach, with the two naked little boys wriggling under his arms. They were red and blue all over with the stains of the berries—a beautiful sight.
"All right, Mrs. Mitchell. We must go on board now. Come with us, and we'll give you the things."