a stroll on the other side of the bay.






CHAPTER V.

MR. PERCIVALE.





When I reached home I found that Connie was already on her watch-tower.
For while I was away, they had carried her out that she might see the
life-boat. I followed her, and found the whole family about her couch, and
with them Mr. Percivale, who was showing her some sketches that he had made
in the neighbourhood. Connie knew nothing of drawing; but she seemed to
me always to catch the feeling of a thing. Her remarks therefore were
generally worth listening to, and Mr. Percivale was evidently interested in
them. Wynnie stood behind Connie, looking over her shoulder at the drawing
in her hand.

"How do you get that shade of green?" I heard her ask as I came up.

And then Mr. Percivale proceeded to tell her; from which beginning they
went on to other things, till Mr. Percivale said--