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"Splendid!" answers Lucy. "Delightful, I think," she adds, as if she thought others might not think so. "I suppose you found Gloucester a quaint old place." "O," says Frank, "we didn't go to Gloucester; we found that the City Fathers had chartered the boat for the day, so we thought we'd go to Nahant." "Then you've seen your favorite Gardens of Maolis! What in the world are they like?"
"At any rate," says the leader of the expedition, "we shall see the Gardens of Maolis, those enchanted gardens which have fairly been advertised into my dreams, and where I've been told," he continues, with an effort to make the prospect an attractive one, yet not without a sense of the meagreness of the materials, "they have a grotto and a wooden bull."
At that instant they think, with a surprising singleness, of Nantasket Beach, and the bright colors in which the Gardens of Maolis but now appeared fade away, and they seem to see themselves sauntering along the beautiful shore, while the white-crested breakers crash upon the sand, and run up "In tender-curving lines of creamy spray," quite to the feet of that lotus-eating party.
"Well; we didn't see the Gardens of Maolis; the Nahant boat was so crowded that we couldn't think of going on her, and so we decided we'd drive over to the Liverpool Wharf and go down to Nantasket Beach." "That was nice. I'm so glad on Aunt Melissa's account. It's much better to see the ocean from a long beach than from those Nahant rocks." "That's what I said.
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