"
"I have something for her," said Gertrude. "She seems to remember me as
well as if I were here only last week."
"I have something for her, too," said Dexie, smiling, "but it is only a
soft foot-rest, and I see she has one now."
"That is kind of you to think of her," said Maggie. "Let me know when you
are going to give it to her, and I will slip in beforehand and pull away
her old one. She will be so delighted to think that you remembered her."
But the beautiful prospect from the windows claimed a closer inspection,
and they went for their hats and started for the beach.
Lancy followed Mr. McDonald to inspect the premises with the happy owner,
promising to join the rest later on. The girls walked along the path that
led across a waving field of grain, and then stood for a few minutes
looking off at the white-topped waves that extended as far as the eye could
reach. The high sandbanks here raised their barriers against the waters of
the Gulf, and shrill screams of laughter, such as only come from girlish
throats, accompanied their descent through the dry, yielding sand to the
beach below. The little white-washed building that served the double
purpose of bathing and boat-house was duly inspected; and when Dexie
admitted her ability to handle an oar, it raised her very much in the
estimation of the bright country lasses, as they were under the impression
that her soft hands were not put to much energetic labor, but one who had
sufficient muscle to handle an oar could surely do other things as well.
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