"Look, mamma," she said, "does not it seem as if one could almost cross the Channel on it, it goes so far out. See that woman, now—I have watched since she started from this end, and now you can scarcely distinguish her figure."
"There is a priest coming along it—is it not Father Paul?"
"I do believe it is. I wish he would come and talk to you for a little while, and then I would go."
"You need not stay for that, dear. I shall sit here alone quite comfortably, if you wish to go out there."
"I should like very much to go. I want to see what the sea looks like away from the beach. There is no harm, is there?"
"None whatever. Go, and I will watch you."
Lucia rose to go.
"It is Father Paul," she said, "and he is coming this way."
She lingered a minute, and the priest, who had recognized them, came up.
Mrs. Costello told him of Lucia's wish to go out on the pier, and he assured her she would enjoy it.