She's All the World to Me

by Sir Hall Caine

The tide was just on the turn, and the murmur of the first receding waves began to break the silence.

"Listen," said the little woman, with lifted finger.

"I 'ikes the sea," said the boy.

The children turned to go. "Come, Danny," said she.

"Ees, Ruby," he lisped.

When they reached the gate the little feet tripped faster over the stones, and a silvery voice sang:

"Sweet violets, and primroses the sweetest."

END OF "SHE'S ALL THE WORLD TO ME"