with heat and excitement, and her thin legs trembled.

"They want to get a box and send Dickie out in it, like a boat," she
explained.

"They haven't got a box," said Susie.

"But they say they can get one easily. It's father's; and they can tie a
string on to it and drag it."

"They can ask mother," said Susie impatiently.

"Yes, I suppose so." Amy had crept nearer, and put a small, unsteady hand
on her knee. "Please don't let them do it, Susie," she said; "don't let
them be naughty."

"Don't bother," said Susie. "I can't help it."

She shook off Amy's hand impatiently; but she was sorry a moment
afterwards. Susie often said things like that, and it was rather
a comfort that Amy was always quite ready to be forgiven.

"It is so beautiful here, Amy; and I dare say they are not being naughty
really. They only hope we are looking; but I'm not going to."

She resolutely turned her back upon the boys and the strip of pebbles.
But Amy could not keep still; her eyes kept turning nervously to the
sturdy jersey-clad figures, and presently she nudged Susie again.

"They've got the box, Susie. You can't think how deep the water is, and