Albert's uncle called it the Turkish Bath.

It is not nice to be kept from the seaside, but we know that we have much to be thankful for.

We might be poor little children living in a crowded alley where even at summer noon hardly a ray of sunlight penetrates; clothed in rags and with bare feet--though I do not mind holes in my clothes myself, and bare feet would not be at all bad in this sort of weather.

Indeed we do, sometimes, when we are playing at things which require it.

It was shipwrecked mariners that day, I remember, and we were all in the blanket tent.