In the mean time poor little Lucy sat crying on the lawn with her lap full of daisies.
"Miss Lucy! Miss Lucy! come in and get on a clean pinafore before luncheon."
"Lucy tan't tome in yet, nursie; Lucy p'omised to wait here for Willie."
"Why, I thought Master Willie was here with you. Where is he gone to?"
"Lucy no tell oo where Willie is don to. Lucy p'omised no tell 'at Willie is don to de beach."
"Gone down to the beach, indeed? Well, his mamma will be real angry, and his papa too."
Lucy began to cry again at the thought of papa and mamma being angry with Willie; but nurse carried her off to get her clean pinafore on before luncheon.
"Are the children ready, nurse?" called papa from the dining-room. Papa liked to have his little people about him at meal-times.
"Miss Lucy is a-coming, sir; but she says Master Willie has gone down to the shore."
"To the shore! impossible!" says mamma. "I told him this morning he was not to go alone."