She rose from her position, and taking the hand of the child, which thrilled strangely to her touch, walked towards the house.
“Do you love the sea?” she asked of the little stranger.
“O, ever so much. I mean to ask papa to live here forever,” and she looked enthusiastically towards the receding waves.
“Do you live here?” asked Dawn.
“No; my home is far away. I come here to rest.”
“Was that what made you weep? Was you weary?”
“Yes, dear. My soul is very weary at times.”
“Is the sea weary when it moans?” and she looked wonderingly over the wide expanse of changing waves.
“I think it is; but I must leave you now; I see your friends are looking for you.”
But Dawn would not let her pass on. She held her hand tighter, and said: