Tom drew a long sigh as he had passed the only breaker safely thus far.
“It was a very hard castle to get into,” ventured Nellie as if struggling for a better memory.
“But a worse place to get out of,” said Biddy with a poke at Tom’s ribs.
He gave her a dreadful look and he went on hastily.
“There was a beautiful little girl brought to this island, and that child was you, my Helen.”
Tom was leaning over the table and looking into Helen’s eyes.
The startled expression hurt him much, for he feared the girl would call to her mind what kind of a castle they were living in, but without a word she put out her slender arms and drew the dark head down to her lips.
“There’s a sweet kiss, Tom.”
Biddy smacked her lips suspiciously, as she always had to do something. She did not want to cry, and Tom did look so solemn.
“Then I lived there in that island?” asked Helen.