"Her name could be nothing but Atherton," she said, "why, sir, she looks like you enough to be your own child."
"She is my BORROWED little girl," Uncle John replied, "she's MINE while here."
CHAPTER VIII
AT THE SHORE
Three days had passed, and Uncle John Atherton had filled them full of pleasure.
They had bathed in the surf, they had taken long tramps along the beach when the tide was out, they had sailed in his yacht, "The Dolphin," they had been up at the great hotel, where a fine hop was enjoyed.
Was there any pleasure that he had not given them?
One morning he looked into the two bright little faces, as they sat at breakfast, and wondered what he would best choose for the day's chief event.
"I believe I'll ask you two little friends to choose your amusement for to-day. What shall we do first?" he asked.
"'The Dolphin!' A sail on 'The Dolphin!'" they cried without a moment's hesitation.