“Come, Minnie, you have played long enough for the present; let us walk back to the hotel.”
When Minnie heard this summons, she did not pout, nor plead for more time, as a self-willed child would have done; but she looked up to her aunt with a smile, brushed the sand from her fingers, and said,—
“Yes, aunt, I will come directly.”
The moment after, she was standing close to her aunt, ready to return to the hotel.
As aunt Amy arose from the rock, which had served her for a seat, she said,—
“We must now sow some good seed, Minnie, before we return home. It would hardly be right to spend a whole day in seeking our own pleasure without doing a little good to some one.”
“But how can we sow good seed here on this beach?” asked Minnie, somewhat puzzled by her aunt’s remark.
“Do you see those little vessels down yonder, Minnie?” inquired aunt Amy, as she pointed to a distant part of the beach.
“Yes, aunt, I see them, a little this side of those great rocks.”
“And do you also see those persons on the beach near the vessels?”