'H'm,' said Allan, 'not bad for a girl.'
Marjorie's reflections were interrupted by a about, and Harry came running down the hill and caught her by the arm.
'Well, what's the matter?' she asked irritably.
'Look!' he panted, pulling her round. 'Look at that! Well, if you're so cross you needn't, but you must be a duffer if you don't care to see what's coming round that headland——'
Marjorie's eyes followed in the direction pointed out by his shaking finger, and her face cleared.
A large vessel was gliding into view.
Tricksy came running as fast as her little short legs would carry her, the two dogs barking in her wake.
'Marjorie,' she gasped, it's a man-o'-war; oh, don't you hope it's that nice one that came last year!'
By this time the vessel had been sighted by the others, who came down to discuss the situation.
'Perhaps she's a stranger,' suggested Hamish, feeling that it might be better to prepare for a disappointment.