"Doesn't it keep you awake at night?" asked Ned Gould.
John shook his head.
"Nothin' keeps me awake, only the storms when the big waves strike 'way up against the house and spatter the top windows."
"Do you have such storms as that, really?" asked Dave.
John nodded, and added with frankness,--
"When them come Jerry and I get scared, and crawl down to father's room."
"Don't you get lonesome here?" asked Joe, glancing around at the rocks and water forming the landscape.
"Not very. We don't get lonesome at all in the summer."
"What do you do for fun?"
"Oh, we build towers on the cliff. We've got a big one now. Come over and see it;" and both boys scampered off over the rough rocks with their bare feet, leaving the others to pick their way more carefully.