“You think about the sailor-men, and feel so very bad.
There’s not a single ship in sight, and it is true enough
I hope there is none near our coast, the weather is so rough.
I should like to be a sailor if it always would be fair,
But in a frightful storm like this I think I should not dare.”
And now they left the stormy beach and gained their lowly home.
Behind a sheltering hill it stood, secluded and alone.
A warm, bright blaze illumined the little window of the room,
And, at their steps, a smiling face peeped out into the storm.
“Grandsire and Willie both have come,” said a playful little voice,