"We shall catch a fish and roast him for supper, then go back by moonlight," she said, always ready to give the children pleasure, and both thought the plan delightful.
"You can't catch me," shouted Petro as he darted away from Zoe, and she chased him about until both fell panting upon the grass.
"See that boat," said Zoe. "How pretty it looks! Its sails look like great wings spread over the sea. Look! It is coming here!"
"No," said Petro. "I think it will anchor and send in a boat. Yes, there come two men. They have a fishing-net set here and are coming to see what they have caught. See!"
Two sailors sprang from their boat on the beach and started to haul in a seine. Zoe gave one look at them and was off like an arrow from a bow, crying, "Marco! It is Marco!" Petro following not less quickly, calling,
"Father! We are here! Mother and I are here!" The two men turned in astonishment to see the two flying figures, and gay Uncle Andreas cried,
"Beware, Marco! The Turks are upon us!" As the two little folk hurled themselves into the arms awaiting them.
"Oh, Marco, my own dear Marco! I am so glad to see you! It is so long since you went away!" cried Zoe, while Petro said,
"Were you coming home tonight? What did you bring me?"
"We were coming home tonight to surprise you, but it seems we are the ones to be surprised," said his father. "How came you here?"