and some cookies, which were saved because, as Elspeth said, "it's perfectly amazing the amount of appetite one has about half past four." They left the fire smouldering and climbed to the top of the bluff, where Jim lay down to make up for several hours of sleep which he had lost during a foggy night. Elspeth produced a gray sock and began to knit; while Joan lay staring up at the sky between the nodding beach-peas.
"It's rather nice to see grass sometimes, isn't it, Mudder?" said Garth, letting the smooth, wind-washed blades run through his brown fingers. "It's quite different."
"Would you rather live where there is real grass," asked Elspeth, "and fields and trees?"
"No!" said Garth decidedly. "I don't want ever to live anywhere except at the Light."
"But I've just been wondering," said Joan, "what it's like out there in winter."
"Nice!" said Garth. "We have a tremenjus big fire on the hearth, and the wind goes Br-r-r-r-r around the tower."
"I should think it did!" Elspeth agreed. "But we do keep very warm and cosy. Remember when we roasted the chestnuts, Garth and Fogger sang?"
