She relieved him of his little charge for the greater part of the day.

He could now carry a deck-chair on to the sands, and stretched at full length in it, with a large, but not extravagantly fragrant, cigar in his mouth, could spend the sunny hours in the perusal of the works of the English novelists who appealed most strongly to his idealistic Teutonic sensibilities.
Sometimes however he was disturbed in this resigned acceptance of the situation.

One afternoon he raised his head from the enthralled perusal of "Maiden Sweet" to find that the sands were empty of his charge.

He struggled up from his chair, dropped the luscious masterpiece into it, and hurried in search of him.

Pollyooly was a good sixty yards away; and he was breathless when he reached her.