Marjorie went to the boat and brought a blanket.

He pulled back the blanket from the Indian’s head.

“Oh, yes.” Nick said, lying, his face on the blanket.

‘You’d better find out,’ the priest said, and put the blanket back.’

Nick went back and lay down with his face in the blanket by the fire.

The other lay flat on his cot with a blanket wrapped around his head.

Marjorie sat on the blanket with her back to the fire and waited for Nick.

He came over and sat down beside her on the blanket.

They sat on the blanket without touching each other and watched the moon rise.

There was a woman having a kid with a young girl holding a blanket over her and crying.

The evening breeze blew the smoke toward the point, so Marjorie spread the blanket out between the fire and the lake.