"Sally—! What you doing here?"
"Pa—; there's a storm."
"I can see that."
"Pa—come on back—to shore."
"You get on back, Sally. It'll blow over."
She turned to him then.
"You tell him;" she said it desperately. "You—tell—him."
He waited until he got just alongside of the fishing smack.
"It's going to be—a—bad—one."
He said it slowly.