“Oh yes,” assented Girlie, clapping her hands, “that would be fun.”
So they set to work to build a large one. Girlie found a nice flat piece of wood to dig with, and the Wallypug had brought a little tin pail, which, he said, he always carried with him when he went to the seaside.
While they were digging the moat Girlie told him about the Alphabet and what had happened in the train.
“I quite liked that S,” she said, “she was so kind and forgiving.”
“Yes,” said the Wallypug, “almost everything that begins with S is kind; look at the Sea, for instance, see how kind and sympathetic that is.”
Girlie couldn’t quite see what he meant, so she asked him to explain.
“Well,” he said, carefully moulding some little sand towers for the top of the Castle, “I found it very sympathetic when I told my troubles to it.”
“Why, what did it do?” asked Girlie curiously.
“It sighed, your Majesty, the sea sighed,” he said; “wasn’t it kind of it?”
“Very,” laughed Girlie. “I wonder why the sea is so salt,” she asked presently; “do you know?”