"I had yather have two little ones than one big one," said Bessie.
"So would I, but you see I cannot choose, and all the sea air in the world will not bring me back my other foot."
"Don't you like the sea, sir?" asked Bessie, "I do."
"Why do you like it so much?"
"Because I like to see the waves, and I think it sounds as if it was saying something all the time."
"What does it seem to say?"
"I don't know, sir. I listen to it a great deal, and I can't find out, but I like to hear it for all. I think it must be telling us to yemember our Father in heaven who made it."
"What a strange child," the gentleman whispered to the lady; "who is she like?"
"I do not know, but she is lovely;" said the lady; "I should like to take her picture as she sits there."