She was crying.

She loved to fish.

She was frightened.

She looked very pale.

“Jim,” she said, “Jim.”

She didn’t say anything.

She loved to fish with Nick.

“You don’t need to,” she said.

She was a Christian Scientist.

She liked it about his mustache.

“It’s all right, dear,” she said.

“Did she go all right?” Bill said.

If she let herself go it was better.

She was frightened but she wanted it.

She sat there with her back toward him.

She had to have it but it frightened her.

She lifted his head a little and shook it.

That is what is happening when she screams.

She was quiet now and her eyes were closed.

She tucked it around him neatly and carefully.

She had been trying to have her baby for two days.

She lay in the lower bunk, very big under a quilt.

What she is going through is called being in labor.

She was cold and miserable and everything felt gone.

Liz pushed him, she was so uncomfortable and cramped.

“But you’ll have to be up with the lark,” she added.

The baby wants to be born and she wants it to be born.

She was thinking about him hard and then Jim came out.

She did not know what had become of the baby or anything.

She liked it about how white his teeth were when he smiled.

She liked it how much A. J. Smith and Mrs. Smith liked Jim.

She liked it very much that he didn’t look like a blacksmith.

She pulled hard on the oars and the boat went way up the beach.

She was afloat in the boat on the water with the moonlight on it.

She came in with the boat and ran the second line out the same way.

She walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down to the water.

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.

Then she walked across the dock and up the steep sandy road to go to bed.

She was intent on the rod all the time they trolled, even when she talked.

Marjorie rowed up the point a little way so she would not disturb the line.

She walked back to where Jim was lying and shook him once more to make sure.

When she saw the wagon coming down the road she felt weak and sick sort of inside.

It was such a sharp, aching, hurting feeling that she thought she couldn’t stand it.

Liz hadn’t known just what would happen when Jim got back but she was sure it would be something.

The men had moved off up the road to sit in the dark and smoke out of range of the noise she made.

She screamed just as Nick and the two Indians followed his father and Uncle George into the shanty.

Liz was terribly frightened, no one had ever touched her, but she thought, “He’s come to me finally.”

She couldn’t sleep well from thinking about him but she discovered it was fun to think about him too.

She couldn’t wait till she saw Jim and it seemed as though everything would be all right when he came.

Jim held her tight hard against the chair and she wanted it now and Jim whispered, “Come on for a walk.”