She ran like a child, ran till the sharp morning air made her breathless, then walked until she was able to run again.

And at length she was on the beach, down at length by the very edge of the waves.

Here the breeze was so strong that with difficulty she stood against it, but its rude caresses were a joy to her.

Each breaker seemed a living thing; now she approached timidly, now ran back with a delicious fear.

She filled her hands with the smooth sea-pebbles; a trail of weed with the foam fresh on it was a great discovery.