Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-07-23

Dorothy Dear stood on the sand
as near to the waves as she coule
possibly get without wetting hei
feet.
1T wonder if mother'd mind if
took off my shoes and stockings?'
she said to herself, 1.-THE waves
look so COOL"
Dorothy possessed a great deal OF
Imagination, and Just now she fan
cies that she could hear the little
waves humming, Come in, come
in" and the big ones booming,
fright now, right now"
"You mustn't coax me-" Dorothy
merrily cried, shaking her finger at
the ocean. you know l like to do
as my mother wants me to. lit
isn't fair for you to tease"
A gay little breeze sent her golden
hair flying across her face. Dorothy
brushed it back quickly. upon which
the breeze, laughing softly, sent It
flying again.
"Oh. dear!p' Dorothy brushed the
golden curls back once more. "Oh,
dear, oh. dearl'' Knocked the breeze,
and this time it not only tossed her
curls, but whirled her white skirts
all about and tapped the brim of
her hat.
Dorothy jerked impatiently at
her tumbled dress. And then, be-
cause the breeze was such a happy,
frolicky affair, all laden with brisk,
refreshing saltiness, she forgot her
dismay and began to laugh.
"I'll fool you, old breeze, she
cried, removing her hat.
Then Dorothy scrooched her curls
all up in a tight little golden ball on
top of her head, after which she
clamped her hat down securely,
putting the elastic under her chin
instead of in the back where 1t be-
longed.
Now, then, you may blow and
blow" she crowed triumphantly,
.'but you won't bother me, old
breeze, so what do you think OF
that?"
The breeze began to blow its
hardest. Like the little pig in the
nursery story, it "huffed and it
puffed and it blew its house in,
but it could not tumble Dorothy''s
hair as 1t hoped to- A few little
fairy locks escaped and danced
about her face, but they were not
big enough to be annoying.
9'You see? You see?" Dorothy
was so happy that she began TO
dance, waving her arms over her
head and bowling to an imaginary
audience. So busy was she that she
did not see the tricky little wave
that rushed up quietly and folded
itself all around her ankles.
"Oo-oohl" The dance ceased sud
denly. 49,,
"Ha, ha. ha," laughed the little
wave as IL slid back down the
beach to the mother oceans lap.
"Ha, ha, ha"
Dorothy looked down at her wet
feet in dismay.
40 dear, o dear!" she cried, and
wondered what her mother would
say.
ut would have been better if I'd
taken my shoes and stockings off
in the beginning" Dorothy told
herself, "but / was only trying to
do right. It's hard to know what
really is right" And she sighed
deeply, lifting first one sodden shoe
and then the other.
Grownups, too, find it hard to
always know what really is right,
little Dorothy. All their lives long
they have to keep deciding.
1t was a downcast little girl who
turned from the laughing waves
and plodded slowly over the sand.
Her feet were heavy in all their
wetness, but not as heavy as Doro-
thy's heart, for the shoes were
new,
''They were so pretty fore they
got wet" sighed Dorothy.
She reached the boardwalk and
hoisted herself up. 1t would have
been great deal easier to walk
along the beach a short distance
and go up the steps. Dorothy knew
this, but she took a gloomy salts
faction in trying to climb up, be-
cause it hurt her hands and mussed
her dress.