He must have got offended at something . I wonder what it is , '' she added , her curiosity getting the better of her indignation . When they came out they saw the solitary figure of Young Si far adown , crossing the dim , lonely shore fields . In the dusk Agnes failed to notice the pallor of her companion 's face and the unshed tears in her eyes . * * * * * `` I 've just been down to the Point , '' said Agnes , coming in one sultry afternoon about a week later , `` and Little Ev said as there was no fishing today he 'd take us out for that sail tonight if you wanted to go . '' Ethel Lennox put her drawing away listlessly . She looked pale and tired . She was going away the next day , and this was to be her last visit to the shore . About an hour before sunset a boat glided out from the shadow of the Point . In it were Ethel Lennox and Agnes , together with Little Ev , the sandy-haired , undersized Pointer who owned the boat . The evening was fine , and an off-shore breeze was freshening up rapidly . They did not notice the long , dark bank of livid cloud low in the northwest . `` Is n't this glorious ! '' exclaimed Ethel . Her hat was straining back from her head and the red rings of her hair were blowing about her face . Agnes looked about her more anxiously . Wiser in matters of sea and shore than her companion , there were some indications she did not like . Young Si , who was standing with Snuffy their skids , lowered his spyglass with a start . `` It is Agnes Bentley and -- and -- that boarder of theirs , '' he said anxiously , `` and they 've gone out with Little Ev in that wretched , leaky tub of his . Where are their eyes that they ca n't see a squall coming up ? ''
`` An ' Little XXXXX do n't know as much about managing a boat as a cat ! ''
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