"I found one almost as big," declared Marian, "only pink. And pink's a nicer color. Isn't it, Muvver?"
"If you like it." Catherine took Spencer's sea-chilled fingers in hers and drew them down to the under side of the ledge over the pool. "Feel that?"
"What is it?" Spencer's gray eyes darkened with excitement.
"Lemme feel too!" Marian sat down on the seaweed and slid along to the ledge. "Where?"
Catherine guided her fingers. How like sea things those cold little hands felt! "What does it feel like?"
"Kinda soft and kinda hard and——Oh, it's got a mouth!" Marian squirmed away. "Tell us, Muvver! What is it?"
"Can you guess, Spen?"
"May I look, Mother? I think it's—snail eggs."
Catherine laughed.
"Lean over and look. I'll hold you." She seized his belt, while he craned his neck over the bit of rock.