MARTELLO TOWERS FROM THE MAN WHO BUILT THEM."]

"Shingle!" gasped Roger, staring in that direction. "I don't see
any."

"The pebbles, cobbles, beyond the sands," explained Edith.

"Oh, excuse _me_," chuckled Roger. "I thought they were plain
stones. Didn't see anything particularly wooden about them."

Edith looked at him. A few days had made her feel very well
acquainted with these friendly young people, but Roger was often
surprising.

"Oh, cut it short, Roger," drawled Win. "Run back, will you, and
tell Mother that we want to go into town. She won't care and I
don't believe Miss Estelle will either, but we ought to mention
it. Hustle, because I think that train is coming."

Roger obligingly bolted back, received a nod of possible
comprehension from a mother very much absorbed in an important
letter, and arrived just as the others boarded the steam tram, a
funny affair with a kind of balcony along one side where people
who preferred the air could stay instead of going inside. Edith
and Frances exchanged smiles of happiness.

"I haven't been to St. Helier's often," Edith confided. "Just to
market once with Nurse, and once to choose curtains with Sister.
We thought the drapers' shops quite excellent."