Once she was sure she saw it, but a second view disclosed a lobsterman coming in from hauling his lobster-pots.
The mournful wail of a horn in the fog now and then announced the location of some lobsterman.
The lobsterman caught it, called his thanks and gave the Pet a final shove that carried her past him.
"It's a good thing you came along," said Daddy Bunker, as he thanked the lobsterman.
Guess you never see no hens like them afore, chuckled the lobsterman as he rowed away.
