THE DEVIL'S KITCHEN 8i 



for a moment to that mystery of mysteries, the 

 call of distance. 



" There's the Seven Sisters," said Mr Giveen, 

 resting on his oars and pointing away to the north, 

 where the peaked rocks stood from the sea, cutting 

 the sky with their shai'p angles and making froth 

 of the swell with their spurs. 



Broad ledges of rock occurred here and there at 

 their base, and on these ledges the seals on an 

 afternoon like this would be sunning themselves, 

 watching with Uquid human eyes the surging 

 froth, and ready to dive fathoms deep at the 

 approach of man. 



Miss Grimshaw, coming back from her reverie, 

 heard borne on the breeze, which was blowing 

 from the north, the faint crying of the gulls round 

 the rocks. It was the voices of the Seven Sisters 

 for ever lamenting, blue weather or grey, calm or 

 storm. 



" Where are you going to? " asked she. 



" Wherever you please," said he. "If we were 

 to go on as we're going now, do you know where 

 we'd land? " 



" No." 



" America. How'd you like to go to America 

 with me? Say the word now," went on Mr 

 Giveen, with a jocularity that was quite lost on 

 his companion. " Say the word and on we'll go." 



" Turn the boat round," said Miss Grimshaw, 

 suddenly and with decision. " We are too far 

 out. Row back. I want to go home." 



