Jasper."

"Then we sha'n't get on to all the other places," said Jasper. "We
shall feel just as badly to leave every other one, I suppose, Polly."

"I suppose so," said Polly, with a sigh.

When they left the tram-car at the beginning of the village of
Scheveningen they set off on a walk down to the _Curhaus_ and the
beach. Old Mr. King, as young as any one, started out on the promenade
on the undulating terrace at the top of the Dunes, followed by the rest
of his party.

Down below ran a level road. "There is the Boulevard," said Grandpapa.
"See, child," pointing to it; but Phronsie had no eyes for anything but
the hundreds and hundreds of Bath chairs dotting the sands.

"Oh, Grandpapa, what are they?" she cried, pulling his hand and
pointing to them.

"Those are chairs," answered Mr. King, "and by and by we will go down
and get into some of them."

"They look just like the big sunbonnets that Grandma Bascom always wore
when she went out to feed her hens, don't they, Jasper?"

"Precisely," he said, bursting into a laugh. "How you always do see
funny things, Polly."

"And see what queer patches there are all up and down the sides of some