“Yes, papa; it is a long way off. I wish I could get up and run down to it.”
“You can hardly believe that all between, all those rocks, and all that sand, will be covered before sunset.”
“I know it will be. But it doesn’t look likely, does it, papa!”
“Not the least likely, my dear. Do you remember that stormy night when I came through your room to go out for a walk in the dark?”
“Remember it, papa? I cannot forget it. Every time I hear the wind blowing when I wake in the night I fancy you are out in it, and have to wake myself up’ quite to get rid of the thought.”
“Well, Connie, look down into the great hollow there, with rocks and sand at the bottom of it, stretching far away.”
“Yes, papa.”
“Now look over the side of your litter. You see those holes all about between the stones?”
“Yes, papa.”
“Well, one of those little holes saved my life that night, when the great gulf there was full of huge mounds of roaring water, which rushed across this breakwater with force enough to sweep a whole cavalry regiment off its back.”