"What a nice thing it is to be a child and play in the sand!" The talk down on the shore went on; June's voice could scarcely be heard, but Daisy's words were clear--"Do, June! Please try." Another murmur from June, and then Daisy--"Try, June--do, please!" The little voice was soft, but its utterances were distinct; the words could be heard quite plainly.

And Daisy sat back from her sand-work, and June began to sing something.

_What_, it would have been difficult to tell at the top of the bank, but then Daisy's voice struck in.

With no knowledge that she had listeners, the notes came mounting up to the top of the bank, clear, joyous and strong, with a sweet power that nobody knew Daisy's voice had.
"Upon my word, that's pretty!" said the Captain.
"A pretty thing, too, faith," said Gary.

"Captain, let's get nearer the performers.