"Ah, one may learn to paint at fifty! There's Titian..." and so, having found the right tint, up he looked and saw to his horror a cloud over the bay.
Mrs.Flanders rose, slapped her coat this side and that to get the sand off, and picked up her black parasol.
The rock was one of those tremendously solid brown, or rather black, rocks which emerge from the sand like something primitive.

Rough with crinkled limpet shells and sparsely strewn with locks of dry seaweed, a small boy has to stretch his legs far apart, and indeed to feel rather heroic, before he gets to the top.
But there, on the very top, is a hollow full of water, with a sandy bottom; with a blob of jelly stuck to the side, and some mussels.

A fish darts across.

The fringe of yellow-brown seaweed flutters, and out pushes an opal-shelled crab-- "Oh, a huge crab," Jacob murmured--and begins his journey on weakly legs on the sandy bottom.

Now! Jacob plunged his hand.