'normous boat, which Baby had been so
looking forward to, poor little fellow.

Well, wasn't it lucky, he was not at all disappointed? They had the
loveliest day that ever was seen, and Baby thought 'normous boats far
the nicest way of travelling, and he couldn't understand why grandfather
couldn't make them go all the way to Santino in the nice boat, and when
they explained to him that it couldn't be, because there was no sea for
boats to go on all the way, he thought there must have been some great
mistake in the way the world was made. And when they got to Santino, and
the first thing he saw _was_ the sea, blue and beautiful like a fairy
dream, Baby was quite startled.

"Mother, auntie!" he said, reproachfully, "you toldened him there
weren't no sea."

"We didn't mean that, Baby, dear," said mother; "we meant that there was
no sea to come the shortest way; we would have had to come all round the
land, and it would have been much longer. Look, it is like this," and
mother traced with her parasol a sort of map on the sand, to show Baby
that they had come a much nearer way. For they were standing by the
sea-shore at the time.

"Yes," said Herr Baby, after looking on without speaking for a minute or
two, "him under'tands now."

"So you've had your first lesson in geography," said auntie.

Baby stared up at her.

"Are _that_ jography?" he said. "Him thought jography were awful, dedful
difficult. Denny is so _werry_ c'oss when her has jography to learn."

"Oh, because, of course, you know," said Denny, getting rather red,
"_my_ jography is _real_ jography, with books and maps and ever so long
rows of names to learn. Baby's so stupid--he always takes up things so;
he'll be thinking now that if he makes marks on the sand, he'll be
learning jography."

Denny turned away with a very superior air. Baby looked much hurt.

[Illustration: "Are _that_ jography?" he said.--P. 94.]

"Him's not stupid, _are_ him?" he said; and in a moment Celia and Fritz
were hugging him and calling Denny a naughty, unkind girl to tease him.
Mother and auntie had walked on a little, so things _might_ have gone on
to a quarrel if Lisa hadn't stopped it.

"Mine children," she said, "it is too pity to be not friendly together.
See what one beautifullest place this is--sky so blue and sea so blue,
and all so bright and sunny. One should be nothing but happy here."

"Yes," said Celia, looking round, "it is an awfully pretty place."

Celi