I think it would be good fun." "Idea!" exclaimed Condy.
The station was close at hand.

To reach it they had but to leave the crazy board walk that led on toward the fort, and cross a few hundred yards of sand-dune.

Condy opened the gate that broke the line of evergreen hedge around the little two-story house, and promptly unchained a veritable pandemonium of dogs.
Inside, the place was not without a certain charm of its own.

A brick wall, bordered with shells, led to the front of the station, which gave directly upon the bay; a little well-kept lawn opened to right and left, and six or eight gaily-painted old rowboats were set about, half filled with loam in which fuchsias, geraniums, and mignonettes were flowering.

A cat or two dozed upon the window-sills in the sun.