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pir,tion of that time. than he had been on ms
fr.t arrival. though he looked much healthier III
the face, n little carriage was got Tor MN, III
which he could lie at his ease, with an a'pha-
bet and other elementary works OF reference,
and no wheeled down to the seaside. Consist
emf in his odd tastes, the child set aside ruddy-
faced lad who was proposed as the drawer OF his
carriage. and selected instead, his grandfather
IA weazen, old, crab-hced man, in suit OF
battered oilskin. who had got tough and strlngy
from long picking in salt water. and who smelt
like a wcedy sea-beach when the tide is out.
With this notable attendant TO pull him along
and Florence always walking by his side. and
the de srondent Wickam bringing up the rear, he
went down to the margin of the ocean every
day end there he would sit or lie in his car
riagc for hours together never so distressed as
BY the company of clildren-Florence alone en-
ccpted, always.
Go away, if you please he would say TO any
child who came to bear him company. THANK
you but don't want YOU.
Some small voice near his ear, would ask him
how he was, perhaps.
'Iam very well, thank YOU he would answer.
But you had better 90 and play, if You please
'Ihcn he would turn his head, and watch the
child away, and say to Florence. we don't want
any others. do we! Kiss me, Floy.'
lie had even a dislike. at such times. TO the
company of Wckam, and was well pleased when
she stroed away, as she generally did. TO pick
up shells and acquaintance His favorite spot
was quite a lonely one, far away from mostlour-
gers and with Florence sitting by his side al
work, or reading to him, or talking TO him, and
| the wind blowing on his face, and the water
| coming up among the wheels of his bed, he wan;-
ed nothing more.
'Floy,' he said one day, where's India, where
that boys friends lvc?
oh, it's long, long distance off, said Flor
encc, raising her eyes from her work.
Weeks OFF, asked Paul.
'Yes, dear Many weeks journey, night and
day
If you were in India Floy.' said Paul. after
being silent for minute, Il should-what is that
Mama did forget
Loved me !! answered Florence.
'No, no. Don't | love you now Floy? What
is it!-Dicd. If you were in India, should die
Flov.'
She hurricdy put her -sork aside, and laid her
head down on his pillow. caressing him. And
so would she. she said, if he were there. lie
would be better soon.
'Oh! am a great deal better now : he ans.
wercd. i don't mean that. mean that
should die Of being so sorry and so lonely, Floy !!
Another time. in the same place. he fell ASLEEP
and slept quietly for long time Awaking sud
denly. he listened. started up and sat listening
Florence asked him what g thought he heard
4 want to know what it says he answered
looking steadily in her face, The sea, Floy
what is it that it keeps on saying
She told him that was only the noise of the
rolling waves.
yes, yes he said. But | know that they are
always saying something. Always the SAINT
thing. What place is over there? lie rose up
looking eagerly at the horizon.
She told him tia; there was another countr,
opposite, but he said he didn't mean that; he
meant farther awav-iarthcr away!
Very often afterward, in the midst Of thei
talk, he would break off, to try to understand wha
it was that the waves were always saying; AM
would rise up in his couch to look toward the in
visible region. far away.