The sunshine and cold pure wind met her.

She looked along the crowded deck for her invalid.

Every-body was in holiday clothes, every-body was smiling and talking at once.

Ah! there he was! He was leaning over Frances' steamer chair, on which a woman lay indolently.

He was in rude health, laughing, his face flushed, his eyes sparkling.
Looking up, he saw his mother and came hastily to meet her.