The season was hardly begun yet, so there were but few visitors.

However, the sands dotted with their peculiar wicker shelters and the beautiful blue North Sea were there.

Out on the water could be seen the little "pinken"-- the fishing boats, their sails red and taut or white and wing-like, speeding before the wind.

The waves swept in long straight lines, and broke on the sands in muffled sound.

The scene was restful, so the party was served with something to eat and drink on a table within sound and sight of the open sea.
That evening, back in Rotterdam, Chester and Lucy, while the two brothers took their ease "at home," found the Mission headquarters, introduced themselves to the elders, and spent a few hours very pleasantly with them.