"Distances are deceiving by the sea-side." "Hark at the doctor," cried Bob; "he's going to give us a lecture.

I say, this isn't school." It was very pleasant seated there on that smooth, warm platform of rock in the glowing sunshine, and with the soft sea-breeze fanning our cheeks.

There was plenty of room, and before long we were all lying down in various attitudes.

Bob turned himself into a spread-eagle by lying upon his back, and tilting his cap over his nose as he announced that he was going to sleep.
We both laughed and did not believe him, as we each took up the position most agreeable to him, Bigley stretching himself upon his breast, folding his arms and placing his chin upon them, so as to gaze at his father's boat with undivided attention.
As for me, I lay on my side to stare at the great wall of cliff that ran along the land, and curved over and over into great hills and mounds.
It was very beautiful to watch the many tints in the distance, and the bright colours of the broken rock.

The upper parts were of a velvety green; then in the hollows where the oak-trees flourished there were endless tints, against which the soft grey of the gulls, as they floated along, seemed to stand out bright and clear.
We three lads had been walking and climbing and exerting ourselves for hours now, and the strange restful sensation of stretching one's self on that warm, smooth mass of rock was delicious.
To make it more agreeable, the soft wind fanned our faces, and the sea seemed to be whispering in a curious lulling way that was delightful.
I remember raising myself a little to look at Bob Chowne in his lazy attitude.