"I do think, Flo," said her brother, "you have forgotten all our talks around the breakfast table in Florida and elsewhere."
"Here again," said Mr. Murray,—"'He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of His strength.' It won't do, Miss Flora, to resist the fact. And I would remark, that the highest poetry is the highest truth also."
"But do you think, Mr. Murray, if it is so, that God will change His arrangements just for men's asking Him."
"I don't think, I know it, Miss Flora. It is precisely the Lord's way. But we cannot stop to talk about that now. My friends, do you see where the sun is?"
"Oh, must we go?" cried they all.
"It is a pity, isn't it? But this would hardly do for a night's lodgings; and if we are to sleep at home, we must take the necessary steps."
Slowly they gathered themselves up from their pine bushes, and shook themselves; literally and figuratively, I might say.
"What are you going to do with your oyster shells, Fenton?" his uncle demanded.
"I don't want to do anything with them," said the boy.
"You always want to be a gentleman."