“We’re going this very second, Donny; but what a little tease you are!” returned his sister, taking his chubby hand in hers.
Then, bidding adieu to the matron of the quaint, thatched cottage, they all walked down to the beach in the direction pointed out by Miss Edith.
The cobble-stones were rounded and smooth like paper-weights, and moved beneath their feet with every step. Molly was obliged to support her little brother very carefully to prevent his stumbling, and he dragged so heavily upon her arm that she reached the pool quite fatigued.
Once there, divested of shoes and stockings, and with his sailor trousers rolled above the knee, Donald skipped about in the shoal water, laughing and screaming at the top of his little lungs.
“It’s ’most as good as bavin’,” he called to Weezy. “Come wade wiv me!”
“Pretty soon,” replied Weezy, seating herself upon the rough ledge that separated the pool from the ocean, and beginning to unbutton her boots.
At the second button her hand was arrested by a shout from the summit of the cliff that rose abruptly at her side. It was Kirke’s voice, as clear and shrill as a trumpet.
“Come up here, all of you! Come up and see the ruins!”
Pauline sprang in haste from her perch on a rock, crying,—
“We’ll do it, Molly, won’t we? I’m on tiptoe for it.”