When the stores were all safely housed, Mrs. M’Kree insisted on their drinking a cup of hot coffee before they returned; and just as she was lifting the coffee pot from the stove her husband came in.  He was tall, thin, and sombre of face, as men who live in the woods are apt to be, but he had a genial manner, and that he was no tyrant could be seen from the way his children clung about his legs.

“Dear me, these youngsters!” he exclaimed, sitting down on the nearest bench with a child on each knee.  “I wish they were old enough to go to your school, Miss Radford, then I’d get some peace for part of the day at least.”

“I wish they were old enough, too,” sighed Katherine.  “It is really quite dreadful to think what a long time I have got to wait before all the small children in the neighbourhood are of an age to need school.”

“By which time I expect you won’t be wanting to keep school at all,” said Mrs. M’Kree with a laugh.  Then to her husband she said:  “Mr. Radford brought some letters, Astor; perhaps you’ll want to read them before he goes back.”

“Ah! yes, I’d better perhaps, though there will be no hurry about the answers, I guess, for this will be the last mail that will get through the Strait before the spring.”  He stood up as he spoke, sliding the babies on to the ground at his feet, for he could not read his letters with the small people clutching and clawing at his hands.  The others went on talking, to be interrupted a few minutes later by a surprised exclamation from the master of the house.

“Now, would you believe it!  The Company has been bought out!”

“What company?” asked ’Duke Radford.

“Why, the fishing-fleet owners, Barton and Skinner and that lot,” rejoined Astor M’Kree abstractedly, being again buried in his letter.  He was a boat-builder by trade, and this change in things might make a considerable difference to him.

“Who is it that has bought the company out?” demanded Mrs. M’Kree anxiously.  Life was quite hard enough for her already; she did not want it to become more difficult still.

“An Englishman named Oswald Selincourt,” replied Astor.  “He is rich, too, and means to put money into the business.  He wants me to have four more boats ready by the time the waters are open, and says he is coming himself next summer to see into matters a bit.  Now that looks hopeful.”

Katherine chanced at that moment to glance across at her father, and was startled by the look on his face; it was just as if something had made him desperately afraid.  But it was only for a moment, and then he had got his features into control, so she hastily averted her head lest he should see her looking, and think that she was trying to pry into what did not concern her.  He swallowed down the rest of his coffee at a gulp and rose to go.  But his manner now was so changed and uneasy that Katherine must have wondered at it, even if she had not caught a glimpse of that dreadful look on his face when Astor M’Kree announced the change in the ownership of the fishing fleet.