9/11 Oh! look at them, mother; row under row of glittering shells from some far-off beach. Look at them, mother; green--blue--purple with a silver sheen over them, too. I never thought there were such shells in the world." "They are beautiful, indeed," said Sara, "but just like a sailor. If he had given thee something useful it would have been better. They will not suit a shepherdess. |