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The broad expanse of ocean, which met their view, was unruffled, and the beach was lined with hundreds, standing on their carpets, spread upon the sand, with their faces turned toward the east.
"They have gone there, poor fellows, to look for food, or perhaps some of them think that they are not far from home, and expect to get back again," observed Tubbs. This appeared very likely. Before, however, we set off to join our companions in misfortune, we searched about for any of the white men who might have been cast by the surf on the beach.
It had one sail and there was a thatched roof of reeds over the back part of it. It was too large to bring into the shallow water near the shore, so Pedro had rolled up his white trousers and was wading back and forth from the boat to the beach, carrying a bundle of reeds each time and stowing it away under the thatch.
There was plenty of it, and it was dry, for it had been in the hot sun all day. "What makes the sand so sandy?" asked Vi, as she sat down beside her mother and Cousin Ruth and let some of the "beach dust," as Daddy Bunker sometimes called it, run through her fingers. "That's a hard question to answer," laughed Mother Bunker. "You might as well ask what makes the moon so shiny."
"The doctor is at Little Beach, I suppose?" she said to the woman who answered her ring; "By-the-way, Mary, no one has been here to-day? No lady to see me?" "There was a lady to see the doctor; she was just possessed to see him. I told her he was down at the beach, and she was that upset," Mary said, smiling, "you'd 'a' thought there wasn't another doctor in Philadelphia!"
I used to be very fond of it. I believe now, if I could get out to sit on the beach I should grow much stronger." "Oh, mamma, you must. What is the name of the place? Here it is Bourg-Cailloux. When do you think we can go?" "Not before next week, certainly. Do not make up your mind to that place, for perhaps it may not suit us yet to go there."
By a curious coincidence that very afternoon Montalvo, also seeking rest and change of air, appeared at the inn of this village, giving it out that he proposed to lodge there for a while. As he walked upon the beach next day, whom should he chance to meet but the Vrouw Clara van Ziel, and never did the worthy Clara spend a more pleasant morning.
All attractions the place has the ocean, the beach, the drives, the country remain the same; but no one dares come before the appointed time, no one dares stay after the flight begins; no one?
He certainly flatters himself that they are on these terms." "Since when?" I persisted. "Only since Lulworth Cove, or you would have heard of it before. You know when we came back from our walk, and saw them sitting on the beach together, I said what a pretty picture they made?" Naturally, I remembered extremely well. "That was when they had their great scene.
Louise couldn't leave the baby, who was cutting teeth, but Arthur and Beth joined the party and on arrival at the beach Uncle John had no difficulty in securing a launch to take them out to the Arabella. "They won't let you aboard, though," declared the boatman. "A good many have tried it, an' come back disjointed.
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