"Oh, yes; do let us, papa!" cried Lulu, always ready to go everywhere and see everything.
"You may run on with Max and Grace," he said; "some of us will follow presently."
He turned and offered his arm to Violet. "It is heavy walking in this deep sand; let me help you."
"Thank you; it is wearisome, and I am glad to have my husband's strong arm to lean upon," she answered, smiling sweetly up into his eyes as she accepted the offered aid.
The young girls and the children came running back to meet them. "He's catching blue-fish," they announced; "he has a good many in his cart."
"Now, watch him, Mamma Vi; you haven't had a chance to see just such fishing before," said Max. "See, he's whirling his drail; there! now he has sent it far out into the water. Now he's hauling it in, and—oh yes, a good big fish with it."
"What is a drail?" Violet asked.
"It is a hook with a long piece of lead above it covered with eel-skin," answered her husband.
"There it goes again!" she exclaimed. "It is a really interesting sight, but rather hard work, I should think."
When tired of watching the fisherman, they wandered back and forth along the beach in search of curiosities, picking up bits of sponge, rockweed, seaweed, and a greater variety of shells than they had been able to find on other parts of the shore which they had visited.