“Oh, he's off with my brother Harry this afternoon, and I don't believe they'll be home before supper time.”
“That's too bad, but I shall probably see him the next time I come.”
“Oh, you are coming again then!” exclaimed Nan, her face brightening.
“Yes, surely. Once a week, at least, so long as my sister stays. And now, suppose you tell me something about yourself. Your name is——”
“Nannie—Nannie Murray,” answered Nan.
“And you live——”
“In that brown cottage behind us there on the bluff,” nodding her head in the direction of the house.
“And you have lived there always?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, proudly.
“Then you are a fortunate little maiden. To have grown up by the sea is something to be very thankful for. It seems a pity to live in town when one loves the sea and open country as much as I do.”