THE SEA-DOVES
AND THE
GREAT BLUE HERON
Great Blue Heron
BESIDE THE SEA
One hot August day Phyllis went to the seashore to live.
"Such fun," she cried, as the train drew up at the seaside station. "Such fun as I shall have playing in the sand and wading in the water."
It was not half an hour before she was running along the beach beside the cliffs. Her feet were bare, and she wriggled her toes in the sand and splashed into the puddles of water.
Presently she saw a number of little birds running along the beach and flying over the water.
"How swiftly they fly, and how well they dive," she said. "How easily they swim, and they sometimes settle on the waves and rest. I wish they would come nearer!"