ing.

"At the proper hour," he went on, "the bathing master is here. Then you
will go in, and your mother, I hope."

"And you, too, grandpa?"

"Yes, and I'll teach you to jump the waves. I taught your father in this
very place when he was your age."

"Oh, goody!" Jewel jumped up and down on the warm sand. "What fun it must
have been to be your little boy!" she added.

Mr. Evringham refrained from looking at his daughter-in-law. He suspected
that she knew better.

"Look at all this white sand," he said. "This was put here for babies like
you to play with. Old ocean is too big a comrade for you."

"I just love the foam," returned the child wistfully, "and, oh, grandpa,"
eagerly, "I tasted of it and it's as _salt_!"

Mr. Evringham smiled, looking at his daughter.

"Yes," said Julia. "Jewel has gone into Lake Michigan once or twice, and I
think she was very much surprised to find that the Atlantic did not taste
the same."

"Sit down here," said Mr. Evringham, "and I'll show you what your father
used to like to do twenty-five years ago."

Jewel sat down, with much interest, and watched the speaker scoop out a
shallow place in the sand and make a ring about it.

"There, do you see these little hoppers?"

Julia was looking on, also. "Aren't they cunning, Jewel?" she exclaimed.
"Exactly like tiny lobsters."

"Only they're white instead of red," replied the child, and her grandfather
smiled and caught one of the semi-transparent creatures.

"Lobsters are green when they're at home," he said. "It's only in our homes
that they turn red."

"Really?"

"Yes. There are a number of things you have to learn, Jewel. The ocean is a
splendid playmate, but rough. That is one of the things for you to
remember."

"But I can wade, can't I? I want to build so many things that the water
runs up into."

"Certainly, you can take off your shoes and stockings when it's warm
enough, as it is this morning, if your mother is willing you should drabble
your skirts; but keep your dress on and then you won't forget yourself."

Jewel leaned toward the speaker affectionately. "Grandpa, you know I'm a
pretty big girl. I'll be nine the first of September."

"Yes, I know that."

"Beside, you're going to be with me all the time," she went on.

"H'm. Well, now see these sand-fleas race."

"Oh, are they sand-fleas? Just wait for Anna Belle." The child reached over
to where the doll was gazing, fascinated, at the advancing, roaring