The next minute Vince was trotting sharply down the road towards the rough moorland, which he had to partly traverse before turning down a narrow track to the cliff edge, where, in a gap, half a dozen fishermen’s cottages were built, sheltered from the strong south-west wind.
“You will not send him away, Robert?” said Mrs Burnet.
“Humph! Well, no,” said the Doctor, wrinkling up his brow; “it would seem so dull if he were gone.”
Chapter Two.
“Two for a Pair.”
“Hullo, Cinder!”
“Hullo, Spoon!”
“Who are you calling Cinder?”