Jill had her quiet dip and good rubbing each fine day, and then lay upon the warm sand watching the pranks of the others, and longing to run and dive and shout and tumble with the rest.

Now that she was among the well and active, it seemed harder to be patient than when shut up and unable to stir.

She felt so much better, and had so little pain to remind her of past troubles, it was almost impossible to help forgetting the poor back and letting her recovered spirits run away with her.

If Mrs.Minot had not kept good watch, she would have been off more than once, so eager was she to be "like other girls" again, so difficult was it to keep the restless feet quietly folded among the red cushions.
One day she did yield to temptation, and took a little voyage which might have been her last, owing to the carelessness of those whom she trusted.

It was a good lesson, and made her as meek as a lamb during the rest of her stay.