tired out." So Polly and Jasper had gone sometimes with Mr. King and
Phronsie, who had a habit of wandering off by themselves; or, as the
case might be, Mr. Henderson would pilot them about till they learnt
the ways of the old town. And Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Henderson would
confess now and then that they would much rather take a few stitches
and overlook the travelling clothes than do any more sight-seeing. And
then again, they would all come together and go about in a big party.
All but Dr. Fisher--he was for hospitals every time.

"That's what I've come for, wife," he would reply to all remonstrance,
"and don't ask me to put my head into a cathedral or a museum." To Mr.
King, "Land alive, man, I've got to find out how to take care of living
bodies before I stare at bones and relics," and Mr. King would laugh
and let him alone. "He's incorrigible, that husband of yours, Mrs.
Fisher," he would add, "and we must just let him have his way." And
Mamsie would smile, and every night the little doctor would tome from
his tramps and medical study, tired but radiant.

At last one morning Grandpapa said, "Now for Scheveningen to-day!"

"Oh, goody!" cried Polly, clapping her hands; then blushed as red as a
rose. They were at breakfast, and everybody in the vicinity turned and
stared at their table.

"Don't mind it, Polly," said Jasper, her next neighbour, "I want to do
the same thing. And it will do some of those starched and prim people
good to hear a little enthusiasm." Polly knew whom he meant,--some
young Englishmen. One of them immediately put up his monocle and
regarded her as if she had been a new kind of creature displayed for
his benefit. Jasper glared back at him.