Mr.Coles says it seems as if it were foreordained that they should not rest in a grave, but should lie beneath the waves until the day when the sea gives up its dead." "'They sleep as well beneath that purple tide As others under turf,'" quoted Miss Reade softly.

"I am very thankful," she added, "that I am not one of those whose dear ones 'go down to the sea in ships.' It seems to me that they have treble their share of this world's heartache." "Uncle Stephen was a sailor and he was drowned," said Felicity, "and they say it broke Grandmother King's heart.

I don't see why people can't be contented on dry land." Cecily's tears had been dropping on the autograph quilt square she was faithfully embroidering.

She had been diligently collecting names for it ever since the preceding autumn and had a goodly number; but Kitty Marr had one more and this was certainly a fly in Cecily's ointment.
"Besides, one I've got isn't paid for--Peg Bowen's," she lamented, "and I don't suppose it ever will be, for I'll never dare to ask her for it." "I wouldn't put it on at all," said Felicity.
"Oh, I don't dare not to.

She'd be sure to find out I didn't and then she'd be very angry.