He's got a sweet-looking mother, and a sister for you, Jill.

Now, then, _do_ come on, I'll take the traps." Off they went, and Jill thought that very short walk to the shore the most delightful she ever took; for people smiled at the little invalid as she went slowly by leaning on Mrs.Minot's arm, while Jack pranced in front, doing the honors, as if he owned the whole Atlantic.

A new world opened to her eyes as they came out upon the pebbly beach full of people enjoying their afternoon promenade.

Jill save one rapturous "Oh!" and then sat on her stool, forgetting everything but the beautiful blue ocean rolling away to meet the sky, with nothing to break the wide expanse but a sail here and there, a point of rocks on one hand, the little pier on the other, and white gulls skimming by on their wide wings.
While she sat enjoying herself, Jack showed his mother the place he had found, and a very nice one it was.

Just under the green bank lay an old boat propped up with some big stones.