"William, dear, don't bother to stay here. I'd just as soon you went away and played."
"Oh, no," said William nobly. "I wun't leave you feelin' bad."
The boat gave a lurching heave. Mrs. Brown groaned.
"Think you goin' to be sick, mother?" said William with interest.
"I—I don't know.... Wouldn't you like to go over to the other side for a change?"
William wandered away. Soon he returned, holding in his hands two doughnuts—masses of yellowy, greasy-looking dough, bearing the impress of William's grimy fingers.
"I've got us one each," said William cheerfully. "You must be awful hungry, mother."
SOON WILLIAM RETURNED, HOLDING IN HIS HANDS
TWO DOUGHNUTS.
Mrs. Brown gave one glance and turned towards the sea.