THE DEVIL'S KITCHEN ^^ 



" I'm not much interested in other people's 

 affairs," said Miss Grimshaw, hmriedly. "Ah! 

 there's the sea at last." 



A turn of the cleft had suddenly disclosed the 

 great Atlantic Ocean. 



Blue, and smooth as satin, it came glassing in, 

 breaking gently over and around the rocks, huge 

 black rocks shaggy with sea- weed, holding amongst 

 them pools, where at low tide you would find rock 

 cod, lobsters and crabs. 



In winter, during the storms, this place was 

 tremendous and white with flying foam ; the waves 

 bursting to the very cliff's base, the echoes shouting 

 back the roar of the breakers,the breakers thunder- 

 ing and storming at the echoes, and over all the 

 wind making a bugle of the Devil's Keyhole ; but 

 to-day nothing could be more peaceful, and the 

 whisper of the low tide waves seething in amidst 

 the rocks was a lullaby to rock a babe to sleep. 



Just here, protected by the rocks, lay a tiny cove 

 where French kept his boat, which he used for 

 fishing and seal-shooting. And here to-day, on 

 a rock beside the boat, which was half water-borne, 

 they found Doolan, the man who looked after the 

 garden and hens and did odd jobs, amongst which 

 was the duty of keeping the boat in order and 

 looking after the fishing tackle. 



" What a jolly Uttle boat ! " said the girl, resting 

 her hand on the thwart of the sturdy httle white- 

 painted dinghy. " Do you go fishing in this? " 



" Michael does," rephed IVIr Giveen, " but I'm 



