"Let's ask Roger to go with us?" said a voice.
I recognised it in a second as my sister Katherine's and I waited for the answer.
"No," I heard Wilfred say, "he hates girls; besides, he'll be as ugly as a bear with a sore head."
"That's not fair, Wilfred," said Katherine. "Roger does not hate us, and as for his being ugly, you know he's not."
"Well, we can't find him, anyhow," said Wilfred, "so let us go."
I must confess I felt angered by this, for I should have liked to accompany them. I strove to banish my brother's unkind words from my mind, however, and again tried to listen to the music of the sea; but it was all driven from my heart. For I have learnt this is truth: we must have music within us if we are to realise music in anything without.
I could not sit there long. My brother's words began to burn and sting; I would go for a walk, too.
I had not gone far when I saw someone running towards me. It was Wilfred.
"Help, Roger!" he shouted.
"What's the matter?" I said.