When the first clatter of knives and forks had subsided, and the cups had been filled the second time, Walter began to explain his plans.
"You all know that there are many children down here, come like yourselves for a summer holiday. Of these many, no doubt, are from Christian families, and have been taught about God and the Bible as you have. But there are others who have heard very little of Jesus, or having heard, have not cared. Should we not like to reach even one of these children who have never heard?"
Several sympathising eyes were raised to Walter's.
"I know we should; but I see the question on your lips—How? Well, there are several ways; but the way that seems easiest to me is to try and gather them together on the sands, and tell them about Jesus."
"Oh, I have read of that!" said Nellie, "But could you, Walter?"
"I think we could manage it all together."
"I could not do anything," said Ada decidedly; "I should hate to be seen going about like that."
"Yes, I know it needs a little bit of self-denial at first; but if we remember our text, that will help us," he answered, glancing at the opposite wall.
"But we can't preach," said Arthur; "and you said you had something for us all to do."
"So I have. Nellie can sing, Ada can sing, so can Isabel and Netta a little; the rest can give round hymn papers, invite the children, and join in looking pleased and happy to see them come."