Amelia E. Barr,
Christine: A Fife Fisher Girl
“ But something in Christine’s manner compelled their silence. She willed it, and they obeyed her will.“Sit down at the table with us, Christine,” said the Domine. “We want your advice;” and she had the good manners to sit down, without affectations or apologies.“Colonel, will you tell your own tale? There’s none can do it like you.”“It is thus, and so, Miss Ruleson. Two nights ago as I sat thinking of Angus in Culraine, I remembered my own boyhood days in the village. I thought of the boats, and the sailors, and the happy hours out at sea with the nets, or the lines. ”
