"And I'm not a bit cold, mother," declared Jewel.
"H'm. Her hands are like frogs' paws, madam. I can see she is a perfect water-baby and will want to be in the waves continually. She says you are perfectly willing. Then it is because you are ignorant. She should go in once a day, madam, once a day."
"Oh, grandpa!" protested Jewel, "not even wade?"
"We'll speak of that later; but put on your bathing-suit once a day only."
Mr. Evringham looked down at the glowing face seriously. Jewel lifted her wet shoulders and returned his look.
"Put it on in the morning, then, and keep it on all day?" she suggested, smiling.
"At the proper hour," he went on, "the bathing master is here. Then you will go in, and your mother, I hope."
"And you, too, grandpa?"
"Yes, and I'll teach you to jump the waves. I taught your father in this very place when he was your age."
"Oh, goody!" Jewel jumped up and down on the warm sand. "What fun it must have been to be your little boy!" she added.