“That would be different,” said Mr. Pease, referring to the visit to the seaside.
“Why would it be?”
“Because—the sea is always different from anything else in the world. There will be deep, deep golden sands at the sea—there are none here—and there will be crabs and starfish—and babies of all sizes—and shapes—round and square—think of that!”
“Squ-are?” queried Shan’t; “I don’t think they could be that.”
“I think so.”
“I don’t think their mothers would let them.”
“Perhaps you’re right.”
“Gardens are square in London—aren’t they?”
Mr. Pease said, of course they were. Perhaps he was thinking of square gardens.
“What else will there be at the sea?”