The sand of the Cove was bright gold, and the low rocks to either side of it were a dark red--the handsomest place in the world, with the water so clear that you could see down, far down, into green caverns laced with silver sand.

Unfortunately, at the moment when the Coles and their friends beheld it, it was blazing in the sun; soon the sun would pass and, during the whole afternoon, half of it at least would lie in shadow, but the Le Pages could not be expected to think of that.
The basket was unloaded from the jingle and carried down to the beach by Mr.Cole and Jim.

Jeremy, finding himself at the side of the lovely Charlotte, was convulsed with shyness, the more that he knew that the unhappy Mary was listening with jealous ears.

Charlotte, walking like Agag, "delicately," had a piteous expression in her eyes as though she were being led to the torture.
Jeremy coughed and began: "We always come here every year.

Don't you like it ?" "Yes," she said miserably.
"And we paddle and bathe.