“That’s a blue triangular pennant,” explained Sue. “It’s a golden sun on a field of blue.”
“A golden sun rampant, isn’t it?” Crullers put in.
“No, dear, couchant,” Sue laughed. “Why will you talk about heraldry when you don’t know anything about it. I’ve studied it all up.”
The sand had drifted up around the porch base in regular hillocks, nearly to the railing.
“When we get too tired to use the steps,” Polly said, “we can just step over the railing, and slide down.”
“I can’t find a door,” said Isabel, doubtfully, as she came around the house from a tour of inspection, and Kate began to chant, teasingly,
“Oh, I wish my room had a floor,
I don’t care so much for a window or a door.
But I wish my room had a floor!”
“What’s that funny little cupola up on top?” called out Polly.