Someone suggested building a steamship in the sand, grown-ups, children, and all, and Hugh was told to go and make a second-class berth. He retired to a short distance, and no sound coming from his direction, we looked round and saw him in ecstatic raptures, rocking himself backward and forward. "What are you doing, Hugh?" we said. "Well," said Hugh, "I was told to make a second-class berth. I suppose that means twins, and I 'm nursing them." Zerlina took it quite well, and was easily persuaded that there was no insult intended to her twins in particular. A few minutes later Sara appeared, triumphant, having apparently found a small child to play with. "Who is your little friend, Sara?" I asked. She shook her head. She didn't know, but he was delicious to play with for all that, and she bore him off in triumph. He was not long unsought, for a young girl came anxiously towards us and said, "Have you seen a little boy?" It reminded me a little of the story, the other way round, of a lost boy who asked a man, "Please, sir, have you seen a man without a little boy, because if you have, I'm the little boy." She looked as anxious and as distraught as that little boy must have looked, I am sure. "I think," said Diana, "you will find him behind that rock.--Sara," called Diana, "bring the little boy here." A small portion of Sara's person appeared round the rock:--"We're velly busy," she said. So rapidly do women make friendships! "He's quite safe," said Diana; "your little brother, I suppose?" The girl blushed. "No, I'm his mother," she said. She looked so young and so pretty, and her hair must have moved Zerlina to tears, it was so beautiful, and grew so prettily on her forehead. But she looked too young to be searching for lost babies all by herself. "How old is he?" asked Diana. "He's three," she said; then added, "his father never saw him; he went to the war soon after we were married, and he was killed. Baby is just like him," and she unfastened a miniature she wore on a chain round her neck and handed it to Diana. I am sure Diana saw nothing but a blur, but she managed to say, "You must be glad! Come and see my little girl, she is very much the same age." "What an extraordinarily communicative person!" said Zerlina as they walked off. "Just imagine telling strangers the whole of your history like that. I wonder if her husband left her well off." "Can't you see he did?" I said. "No; I don't think she is very well dressed, but you never can tell with that picturesque style of dressing. It may or may not be expensive; even that old embroidery only means probably that she had a grandmother. It is a terrible thing for a girl of that age to be left with a boy to bring up. I know, Betty, just what you are thinking--cold, heartless, mercenary Zerlina! But I'm practical."