“Halloo! there she is again!” shouted Sam one day. She was drawing a picture of them that moment, but they did not know it. They were all sliding down the sand cliff.
They had taken off their shoes and stockings, and were going in bathing.
“Whoo-oop! hurrah! here we come! clear the track!” What a noise they did make, to be sure!
But it did not disturb anybody. Nobody heard it but the young woman and some cows in the pasture near by.
How warm and soft the sand was! It was as good as coasting in winter. It was better!
THE PICTURE THE YOUNG WOMAN DREW.
Down they went into the water like so many ducks. They can all dive and swim almost as well as ducks. Papa and mamma were off shore, taking a sail together. They saw the slide down hill, and the plunge into the water. They saw the brown and yellow heads bobbing about.
“Do look at them!” said mamma. “Perfect little Arabs!”