Must be getting back now . Looks squally . '' `` I misdoubt if we 'll have Queen 's weather tomorrow , '' said Cooper , squinting critically at the sky . `` Looks like a northeast blow , that 's what . There goes Bliss , striding off and looking pretty mad . The Cockawee 's a dead loss to him , that 's what . Nat 's off -- he knows how to handle a boat middling well , too . Pity he 's such a puny youngster . Not much to him , I reckon . '' Natty had cast loose in his boat , the Merry Maid , and hoisted his sail . In a few minutes he was skimming gaily down the bay . The wind was fair and piping and the Merry Maid went like a bird . Natty , at the rudder , steered for Blue Point Island , a reflective frown on his face . He was feeling in no mood for Victoria Day sports . In a very short time he and Ev and Prue must leave Blue Point lighthouse , where they had lived all their lives . To Natty it seemed as if the end of all things would come then . Where would life be worth living away from lonely , windy Blue Point Island ? David Miller had died the preceding winter after a long illness . He had been lighthouse keeper at Blue Point for thirty years . His three children had been born and brought up there , and there , four years ago , the mother had died .
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