perhaps the fishermen will bring a boat."

"I shall _weep_," repeated Dick firmly. After that he did not speak
again, but he put his two chubby arms so tightly round her neck that he
nearly choked her. "I won't _let_ you go," he said sleepily.

Susie felt in despair. "I must go, Dick. I don't see what else I can do."

"You said yourself"--Dick's voice was sleepier, and he nestled
closer--"you said yourself that God would take care of us and the goats."

Dick was so determined that Susie was afraid to try to get away. She was
sure that he would insist on coming too, and that she would never be able
to do that terrible scramble again. Susie's active brain flashed from
point to point in a moment of time, and it seemed to her that there was,
after all, nothing particular to be gained by going down on to the rocks.
No one could see her through the mist and darkness, and her feeble voice
would never be heard through the wind. Dick was almost asleep, and the
ledge was sheltered. _If_ she could get him to sleep! She rolled him out
of her arms, keeping her arm as a pillow under his head. Then with her
free hand she unfastened her serge skirt and tucked it round him. When
he coughed, she slipped off her flannel petticoat and wrapped it round
his head and throat, and almost before he had shut his eyes she heard
his even breathing.

"O darling Dick!" said Susie, under her breath.

She crept as near to him as she could, sheltering him in the crevice of
the cliff. Her one flimsy petticoat was soaked, and her legs felt like
ice; but those little choking snores filled her with a joy almost too