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Pebbly Beach.
"Now, Mr.Jack, it is a moral impossibility to get all those things into one trunk, and you mustn't ask it of me," said Mrs.Pecq, in a tone of despair, as she surveyed the heap of treasures she was expected to pack for the boys.
"Never mind the clothes, we only want a boating-suit apiece.

Mamma can put a few collars in her trunk for us; but these necessary things _must_ go," answered Jack, adding his target and air-pistol to the pile of bats, fishing-tackle, games, and a choice collection of shabby balls.
"Those are the necessaries and clothes the luxuries, are they?
Why don't you add a velocipede, wheelbarrow, and printing-press, my dear ?" asked Mrs.Pecq, while Jill turned up her nose at "boys' rubbish." "Wish I could.

Dare say we shall want them.

Women don't know what fellows need, and always must put in a lot of stiff shirts and clean handkerchiefs and clothes-brushes and pots of cold cream.