"You see. Isn't it beautiful? And isn't it wonderful that it should not be broken? If you think of the power of the waves here, that have beat to pieces almost everything—rolled and ground and crushed everything that would break—and this delicate little thing has lived through it."
"There is a power of life in some delicate things," said Tom.
"Power of fiddlestick!" said his sister. "Miss Lothrop, I think this place is a terrible desert!"
"Then we will not stay here any longer," said Lois. "I am very fond of these little coves."
"No, no, I mean Appledore generally. It is the stupidest place I ever was in in my life. There is nothing here."
Lois looked at the lady with an expression of wondering compassion.
"Your experience does not agree with that of Miss Caruthers?" said
Lenox.
"No," said Lois. "Let us take her to the place where you found me this morning; maybe she would like that."
"We must go, I suppose," groaned Julia, as Mr. Lenox helped her up over the rocks after the lighter-footed couple that preceded them. "George, I believe you are in the way."
"Thanks!" said the young man, laughing. "But you will excuse me for continuing to be in the way."