"Well, anybody's eyes would be sad if they were dead," declared her friend. "I don't think it's decent to let the poor thing lie here. He _might_ have been a Water Baby, you know. Let's bury it," said Carolyn. And so they dug with their shovels a deep, deep hole in the loose sand above highwater mark. Prince helped in this, for he could dig faster and throw out more sand with his feet and nose than both little girls could with their shovels. There they laid the poor dead seal and made a mound over him. They covered the mound with shells and pebbles and seaweed in a very decorative pattern, and so left the seal to his long rest. The children were not, however, engaged always in such beach pursuits during that week of Edna's visit. They raced the downs between the Ball cottage and the Free Baptist Church like wild colts. They rolled down the smooth, moss-covered sides of the many hollows (the moss was grey and had tiny red blossoms); and once Edna rolled right into the Dodges' tughole and frightened all the ducks and geese playing there. And she _was_ in a mess! They made a chum of Nebuchadnezzar, and when he grew used to having Prince around, he showed himself to be a lively playfellow indeed. He was fast learning to butt, and on one occasion he almost butted Carolyn into the barn cellar through the trapdoor behind old Beppo's stall. One day they met on the road with their negro driver, the couple who were Carolyn May's friends. Carolyn ran back to the cottage to get Baby Laird, who was awake, and wheeled him down to the highroad, that the woman might see him and hold him in her arms. She had brought him a beautiful rattle made of walrus ivory--"scrimshaw work," Captain Littlefield would have called it--which she had bought of a Portuguese fisherman who lived on the South Side. Edna thought the woman quite a wonderful person, and could not keep her gaze off her rich garments, her jewels, and her beautifully manicured hands. That she was a semi-invalid was quite evident, and even the children understood that her fault-finding and nervousness arose from mental and bodily troubles. Her husband was vastly patient with her; he never crossed her even by a word. It seemed as though she must have everything she desired, they were so very wealthy. _She_ did not have to play "If I Were Rich," Carolyn thought! Carolyn had had many interesting conversations with the man whenever they met. On one occasion she said to him: "Do you know, I saw your big, fine car this summer and you weren't in it?" "Before you left New York, do you mean?" "Oh, no, sir," said Carolyn May. "I saw it while I was up at my Uncle Joe Stagg's, at the Corners." "And where, pray, is 'the Corners'?" "Why, that's where Uncle Joe lives. It's near Sunrise Cove. He sells hardware and ploughs and things in his store at Sunrise Cove." "Indeed? And are you sure it was my machine you saw?" asked the man, with curiosity.