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Updated: May 27, 2025
She held it out in the light where all of us could see the thing Rolldown had discarded from his treasures, that I had picked up and been robbed of in the kindly dark the old brown casket-thing with the polished surfaces and the bits of intricate and ghastly carvings that had once let in the light of day and the sound of words the old, brown, sea-bitten, sand-scoured skull of Andrew Blake, with the two gold teeth in the upper jaw dulled by the tarnishing tides that had brought it up slowly from its bed in the bottom of the sea.
Here and there, half buried, sand-scoured planks and fragments of spars showed, relics of wrecks that had come ashore in past winters. "Five years ago," remarked Captain Eri, "there was six foot of water where we are now. This beach changes every winter.
On a long, sand-scoured table in the middle of the room sat Théo, in his shirt-sleeves, deftly breaking eggs into a big, green-lined bowl, while before the fire, gently swinging to and fro over the flames a saucepan with an abnormally long handle Madame Joyselle.
After a few yards, he began to feel the pull of the sand. He knew he was reaching the end of his strength. He went more slowly and each dune seemed a bit higher than the one before. Giant, sand-scoured rocks pushed through the dunes here and he had to stumble around them. At the base of the largest of these monoliths was a straggling clump of knotted vegetation.
"Yes, seen her to meetin' with ye; come in, mam," and she dropped a low curtsey and set forward two chairs, whose sand-scoured seats were white and spotless, for Aunt Peg was a marvel of neatness. I told our errand, and with one of her queer looks, she said: "Is he clean?" Aunt Phebe replied, "Why, I think the old man does the best he can, a lone man can't do as well as a woman, you know."
Dorcas had led the way into the best kitchen, as charming a room as best kitchens used to be in farmhouses which had no parlours the fire reflected in a bright row of pewter plates and dishes; the sand-scoured deal tables so clean you longed to stroke them; the salt-coffer in one chimney-corner, and a three-cornered chair in the other, the walls behind handsomely tapestried with flitches of bacon, and the ceiling ornamented with pendent hams.
The venerable priest smiled with pleasure, and with a child clinging to each of his hands he passed into the tiny cottage. The interior of the Bretton home was extremely simple; and simple, too, was the supper laid out upon the sand-scoured table.
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