"Well, we'll change about," said Mrs. Bartlett, who looked as though she were enjoying every moment. "Sometimes when we know particularly what we'd like, we'll give our order, other times when we want to be surprised we'll let John serve us what he thinks we'd enjoy. Don't you think that way will be nice?"
"Oh, that will be very interesting," said Suzanna; then added, "Does the water make that sound all the time?"
"Yes, it's always restless."
"Well, it seems as though it were asking for something," said Suzanna, "a kind of sad asking."
"Now," said Mr. Bartlett, leaning across and speaking softly to her, "suppose, Suzanna, you think for a moment that it's a happy sound and see how almost at once it becomes a happy sound."
Suzanna listened intently. Then her face brightened. "Why, it is a happy murmuring," she cried. "Just as though it had to sing and sing all day long."
"Exactly," said Mr. Bartlett.
"Well, then," said Suzanna, quickly drawing the deduction, "it's really just in me to make it say happy things or sad things."
"Exactly," said Mr. Bartlett again, and then they all rose and went back to the cottage.
Since the trunks which contained the beach outfits did not arrive till late that afternoon, the children did not go down to the sands till the next morning. Then with joyous hearts and eager feet, they set off, Suzanna, Maizie, Peter, Graham, and Daphne; Mr. and Mrs. Bartlett following more slowly.