'And I've been trying to keep my feet out of the way,' said Tricksy, rather dolefully, 'but one has to put them somewhere, you know.'
'Have you been so uncomfortable?' said Harry, looking round with serene unconsciousness; 'Hamish's boots are rather big.'
A smile travelled round the group as the lines were hastily wound up.
'You'll feel better after tea,' said Hamish soothingly.
The sun was already low when they landed, and Marjorie and Tricksy went into the cottage at once to get tea ready while Reggie fetched peats, and Allan and Hamish lingered behind to secure the Craft.
The Grahams, finding themselves with no special duties, wandered aimlessly about, getting into the way of the busy people.
'We've had a jolly fine take, haven't we?' said Harry, sauntering up to Reggie, who was busy at the peat-stack.
'Not bad,' said Reggie briefly. 'Here, take an armful of these, will you, and carry them into the house.'
Harry carried in the peats and set them down by the fire-place, where Marjorie was busy frying fish, while Tricksy was making bannocks at the table.
'I say, Marjorie,' began Harry, 'we've had fine sport, haven't we?'