"O little Golden Bells!" The wind boomed like an organ.

The sand screamed.

"O my Lord Jesus! O little Golden Bells!" And the voices of his father and uncle were like the tweeting birds.

"Where's the lad, Matthew?
Where's our lad ?" "Mark, Mark, where have you got to?
Lad of our heart, where are you ?" But they couldn't find each other.

The sand buffeted them like shuttlecocks.