"Lobsters are green when they're at home," he said. "It's only in our homes that they turn red."
"Really?"
"Yes. There are a number of things you have to learn, Jewel. The ocean is a splendid playmate, but rough. That is one of the things for you to remember."
"But I can wade, can't I? I want to build so many things that the water runs up into."
"Certainly, you can take off your shoes and stockings when it's warm enough, as it is this morning, if your mother is willing you should drabble your skirts; but keep your dress on and then you won't forget yourself."
Jewel leaned toward the speaker affectionately. "Grandpa, you know I'm a pretty big girl. I'll be nine the first of September."
"Yes, I know that."
"Beside, you're going to be with me all the time," she went on.
"H'm. Well, now see these sand-fleas race."