"There's one I always like to sing when I'm in a dory," Sprite said.
"Then let's rock this hammock, and play it's a dory, and while we're swinging, you sing," Polly said.
With a voice in which a thrill of happiness made wondrous music, little
Sprite sang:
"Bright is the sky above us,
Blue is the sea below.
Seagulls are hovering 'round us
Fluttering to and fro.
Faith is the sky above us,
The sea is the earth below.
Gulls are the friends who love us,
Following where'er we go.
Sunshine above, around us,
White caps floating by,
None in the world is happier
Than you, my love, and I."
CHAPTER III
GWEN
Little Sprite Seaford felt so completely "at home," that it seemed to her as if she had always lived at Avondale. There were times when she felt homesick. At early morning, before Polly was awake, she would lie with wide open eyes, gazing around the lovely room, and missing the dear voices that always greeted her so cheerily. At twilight, when the shadows grew deeper, there would be a longing for the dear ones at home, and her loving little heart would ache, and she would have to struggle to keep back the tears.
She knew, however, that she must be a bright, cheerful little guest.
Had not dear father and mother said so?