Mr. Evringham refrained from looking at his daughter-in-law. He suspected that she knew better.
"Look at all this white sand," he said. "This was put here for babies like you to play with. Old ocean is too big a comrade for you."
"I just love the foam," returned the child wistfully, "and, oh, grandpa," eagerly, "I tasted of it and it's as salt!"
Mr. Evringham smiled, looking at his daughter.
"Yes," said Julia. "Jewel has gone into Lake Michigan once or twice, and I think she was very much surprised to find that the Atlantic did not taste the same."
"Sit down here," said Mr. Evringham, "and I'll show you what your father used to like to do twenty-five years ago."
Jewel sat down, with much interest, and watched the speaker scoop out a shallow place in the sand and make a ring about it.
"There, do you see these little hoppers?"
Julia was looking on, also. "Aren't they cunning, Jewel?" she exclaimed. "Exactly like tiny lobsters."
"Only they're white instead of red," replied the child, and her grandfather smiled and caught one of the semi-transparent creatures.