"To the sea-shore," he answered shyly.
"Again? You are never anywhere else, and always come back with wet and sandy shoes. What takes you there?"
"I like to watch the waves come in, and listen to what they are saying."
"You are a little fool; I say you shall not go!" and seizing him with hands, which we have said were not small ones, she shook him violently, and tears sprang to his eyes.
"Oh," he wailed, "that my own mamma would come out of the ground, and help her little boy!"
"Ah, but your mamma can't," she said spitefully; "she is deep enough down, thank Heaven!"
"Hush, Anne," said Greville, suddenly appearing; "for Heaven's sake don't speak to the child in that manner."
"He aggravates me so!" she replied, colouring; but more with anger than shame.
"Oh, I do beg your pardon," said Derval one day, approaching in great tribulation, with his little hands pressed tremblingly together.
"For what?" she asked sharply.