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Tides of Barnegat by Francis Hopkinson Smith
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any more visits, sister. Suppose I go to the beach
and give Meg a bath. You won't mind, will you?
Come, Meg!"

"Oh, how happy you will make him!" cried
Jane. "But you are not dressed warm enough,
dearie. You know how cool it gets toward evening.
Here, take my cloak. Perhaps I'd better go with
you--"

"No, do you keep on home. I want to see if the
little wretch will be contented with me alone. Good-
by," and without giving her sister time to protest,
she called to Meg, and with a wave of her hand, the
red cloak flying from her shoulders, ran toward the
beach, Meg bounding after her.

Jane waved back in answer, and kept her eyes
on the graceful figure skipping along the road, her
head and shoulders in silhouette against the blue
sea, her white skirts brushing the yellow grass of
the sand-dune. All the mother-love in her heart
welled up in her breast. She was so proud of her,
so much in love with her, so thankful for her! All
these foolish love affairs and girl fancies would soon
be over and Bart and the others like him out of
Lucy's mind and heart. Why worry about it? Some
great strong soul would come by and by and take
this child in his arms and make a woman of her.
Some strong soul--
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