Brad Suddenly Turned to Kitty
The tide had carried them in closer to Terrapin Island while they talked. As Kitty saw the beautiful pine-clad bluff rising out of the surrounding green marshes she said, “Wouldn’t that make a grand place for a summer home?”
“I’ll say. And if the old Hindu your father told us about was right, those pines ought to have enough vitality to make us immortal.”
Kitty laughed and picked up her oar. “We’d better go on and see Uncle Mose, or this storm’s going to catch us before we get home.”
They didn’t stop at their former landing place, but rowed on along the inlet flowing east of the island. It was indeed a lonely spot. They now had a good view of Mangrove Island beyond a mile strip of marshy flats, which were interlaced with tidewater creeks. A couple of cranes stood knee-deep in water, but took flight at the sound of approaching oars, their long legs trailing behind them like streamers. A line of pelicans moved out toward sea, their wings alternately flapping and poised, as they followed the impulses of their leader.
“Don’t you love it here?” exclaimed Kitty.
“I’ll say. It’s really God’s country.”
They passed the spot where they had found Uncle Mose fishing, and saw his log cabin far back among the trees.
“What’ll we do if Beeson won’t let us see Uncle Mose?” asked Kitty a little nervously. “The old negro told us his new house is right back of Beeson’s place.”