Mr. Jones took the tiny little hand she offered him with a smile.
"No, I see you ain't shy, and I don't want you to be; you, nor your sister neither. Goin' down to the shore, eh?"
"Yes, when mamma comes," said Bessie.
"Well, you see that big barn out there; when you come back you both come out there. You'll find me inside, and I'll show you something will soon cure all shyness; that is, if you like it as much as most young folks do."
"What is it?" asked Bessie.
"It's a scup."
"Will it bite?" said Bessie.
"Bite! Don't you know what a scup is?"
"She knows it by the name of a swing," said Mr. Bradford.