"There's no harm in playing," said Susie.
All her good resolutions were slipping away, and her voice grew excited. Susie was always so carried away by the spirit of adventure, and she forgot so easily. These sands, and the silver sea full of monsters! The black rocks and seaweed—no nurse to bother about wet stockings—no babies who needed a good example! Susie's spirits rose.
"There wouldn't be any harm," she cried eagerly, "and we might have some jolly games. We only wouldn't tell mother, because it might worry her."
"Mother can walk on the rocks," cried Amy eagerly.
"I don't believe it," said Dash. "I don't believe an old woman like that can walk a bit—not like we can."
"Not as fast as us," said Susie.—"Don't be tiresome, Amy; it isn't mother who is tiresome—it's nurse."
"Well, we'll meet to-morrow," said the twins, speaking together, as they generally did, at the top of rather squeaky voices.
They pulled Susie to one side.
"Don't tell the other one," they said, in hoarse whispers; "she'd go and tell."
"She's very young," said Susie, in quick apology, as she ran off.