The black look came over the boy’s face.
“What do you mean by that?” he muttered. “I’m not going to—”
“Rubbish, Bertrand,” interrupted Ruby. “I never said anything about you. Winfried’s a fisher-boy; it’s his business to scramble about.”
Then she went close up to her cousin and whispered something to him, which seemed to smooth him down, though this only made Mavis more anxious and unhappy.
Chapter Eight.
A Naughty Plan.
“The boatie rows, the boatie rows, the boatie rows fu’ weel.”
Ewen.
They were nearly at the cove, when they caught sight of a scarlet cap moving up and down among the rocks.