Christian fiction; Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction
I withdrew into my room; and so far from seeking to put an end to the
noise--I knew Connie did not mind it--listened to it with a kind of
reverence, as the outcome of a gladness which the God of joy had kindled
in their hearts. Soon after, however, I heard certain dim growls of
expostulation from Harry, and having, from experience, ground for
believing that the elder was tyrannising over the younger, I stopped
that and the noise together, sending Charlie to find out where the tide
would be between one and two o’clock, and Harry to run to the top of
the hill, and find out the direction of the wind. Before I was dressed,
Charlie was knocking at my door with the news that it would be half-tide
about one; and Harry speedily followed with the discovery that the wind
was north-east by south-west, which of course determined that the sun
would shine all day.
As the dinner-hour drew near, the servants went over, with Walter at
their head, to choose a rock convenient for a table, under the shelter
of the rocks on the sands across the bay. Thither, when Walter returned,
we bore our Connie, carrying her litter close by the edge of the
retreating tide, which sometimes broke in a ripple of music under her,
wetting our feet with innocuous rush. The child’s delight was extreme,
as she thus skimmed the edge of the ocean, with the little ones
gambolling about her, and her mamma and Wynnie walking quietly on the
landward side, for she wished to have no one between her and the sea.
After scrambling with difficulty over some rocky ledges, and stopping
at Connie’s request, to let her look into a deep pool in the sand, which
somehow or other retained the water after the rest had retreated, we set
her down near the mouth of a cave, in the shadow of a rock. And there
was our dinner nicely laid for us on a flat rock in front of the cave.
The cliffs rose behind us, with curiously curved and variously angled
strata. The sun in his full splendour threw dark shadows on the
brilliant yellow sand, more and more of which appeared as the bright
blue water withdrew itself, now rippling over it as if it meant to hide
it all up again, now uncovering more as it withdrew for another rush.
Before we had finished our dinner, the foremost wavelets appeared so far
away over the plain of the sand, that it seemed a long walk to the edge
that had been almost at our feet a little while ago. Between us and it
lay a lovely desert of glittering sand.
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