It was the sound of the sea, Marie told little Petie.

As to how it got there, that was another matter; but it was undoubtedly the sound of the sea, for she had been at sea, and recognised it at once.
"What does it say ?" asked the child one day.
"Of words," said Marie, "I hear not any, Petie.

But it wants always somesing, do you hear?
It is hongry always, and makes moans for the sorry thinks it has in its heart." "I am hungry in my stomach, not in my heart," objected Petie.
But Marie nodded her head sagely.

"Yes," she said.

"It is that you know not the deeference, Petie, bit-ween those.