"
Mrs. Carroll had nothing at hand to offer in
reply to this appeal, and four ladies dropped their
work to stare; but Frank Evan looked in from
the piazza, saying, as he beckoned like a boy,--
"I'll play with you, Miss Dora; come and make
sand pies upon the shore. Please let her, Mrs.
Carroll; we'll be very good, and not wet our
pinafores or feet."
Without waiting for permission, Debby poured
her treasures into the lap of a certain lame Freddy,
and went away to a kind of play she had never
known before. Quiet as a chidden child, she
walked beside her companion, who looked down
at the little figure, longing to take it on his knee
and call the sunshine back again. That he dared
not do; but accident, the lover's friend, performed
the work, and did him a good turn beside. The
old Frenchman was slowly approaching, when a
frolicsome wind whisked off his hat and sent it
skimming along the beach. In spite of her late
lecture, away went Debby, and caught the truant
chapeau just as a wave was hurrying up to claim
it.
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