Then she joined Mrs.
Cavendish.
Lucy walked slowly from the gate, her eyes every now and then turned to the sea.

When she and Jane had reached the cross-road that branched off toward the beach--it ran within sight of Mrs.Cavendish's windows--Lucy said: "The afternoon is so lovely I'm not going to pay any more visits, sister.

Suppose I go to the beach and give Meg a bath.

You won't mind, will you?
Come, Meg!" "Oh, how happy you will make him!" cried Jane.

"But you are not dressed warm enough, dearie.