All were amused to watch Milly, running here and there in search of a stone of the right size, then tugging it toward the pile, her eyes shining, her checks rosy, her hat off, and her hair streaming behind her.
At last, the small chimney, as Ernest called it, was built. And Milly took her basket and wandered off in search of bright mosses; leaving Emily and Ernest to gather sticks to make the pot boil.
The other children being too young to run round by themselves, played around the carriages, or gathered stones and shells within their reach. Emily and Ernest wandered here and there till they were almost out of sight of the great rock near which the carriages stood. They had each gathered an armful of broken pieces and were about to return with them for the fire, when Ernest threw his down and kneeled upon the sand, calling out to Emily to come and see what he had found.
There, on the smooth, silvery beach, lay a large, round, slippery-looking creature, basking itself in the sun. Earnest did not know what it was; but by the description, his father afterwards told him, it was called a jelly fish. It was a disgusting creature; but the boy didn't care for that. He took one of his sticks, and punched it; and then, as it did not stir, he told Emily it was dead. When they had examined it as long as they wished, and Emily had filled her pocket with smooth, bright stones, Ernest picked up his sticks again, and they went back to the rock.
"Where is Milly?" inquired Mrs. Morgan.
"He took one of his sticks, and punched it."
"I thought she would be back here by this time," answered Emily. "She did not go with us."
"Which way did she go?"
"Round the other side of the rock."