I.

_THE SEA-SHORE._

The hotel carriage rolled away from Mr. Bradford's door with papa and

mamma, the two nurses and four little children inside, and such a lot

of trunks and baskets on the top; all on their way to Quam Beach. Harry

and Fred, the two elder boys, were to stay with grandmamma until their

school was over; and then they also were to go to the sea-side.

The great coach carried them across the ferry, and then they all jumped

out and took their seats in the cars. It was a long, long ride, and

after they left the cars there were still three or four miles to go

in the stage, so that it was quite dark night when they reached Mrs.

Jones's house. Poor little sick Bessie was tired out, and even Maggie,

who had enjoyed the journey very much, thought that she should be glad

to go to bed as soon as she had had her supper. It was so dark that the

children could not see the ocean, of which they had talked and thought

so much; but they could hear the sound of the waves as they rolled up

on the beach. There was a large hotel at Quam, but Mrs. Bradford did

not choose to go there with her little children; and so she had hired

all the rooms that Mrs. Jones could spare in her house. The rooms were

neat and clean, but very plain, and not very large, and so different

from those at home that Maggie thought she should not like them at all.

In that which was to be the nursery was a large, four-post bedstead

in which nurse and Franky were to sleep; and beside it stood an

old-fashioned trundle-bed, which was for Maggie and Bessie. Bessie was

only too glad to be put into it at once, but Maggie looked at it with

great displeasure.

"I sha'n't sleep in that nasty bed," she said. "Bessie, don't do it."

"Indeed," said nurse, "it's a very nice bed; and if you are going to be

a naughty child, better than you deserve. That's a great way you have

of calling every thing that don't just suit you, 'nasty.' I'd like to

know where you mean to sleep, if you don't sleep there."

"I'm going to ask mamma to make Mrs. Jones give us a better one," said

Maggie; and away she ran to the other room where mamma was undressing

the baby. "Mamma," she said, "won't you make Mrs. Jones give us a

better bed? That's just a kind of make-believe bed that nurse pulled

out of the big one, and I know I can't sleep a wink in it."

"I do not believe that Mrs. Jones has another one to give us, dear,"

said her mother. "I know it is not so pretty as your little bed at

home, but I think you will find it very comfortable. When I was a

little girl, I always slept in a trundle-bed, and I never rested

better. If you do not sleep a wink, we will see what Mrs. Jones can do

for us to-morrow; but for to-night I think you must be contented with

that bed; and if my little girl is as tired as her mother, she will be

glad to lie down anywhere."

Maggie had felt like fretting a little; but when she saw how pale and

tired her dear mother looked, she thought she would not trouble her by

being naughty, so she put up her face for another good-night kiss, and

ran back to the nursery.

"O, Maggie," said Bessie, "this bed is yeal nice and comf'able; come

and feel it." So Maggie popped in between the clean white sheets,

and in two minutes she had forgotten all about the trundle-bed and

everything else.

When Bessie woke up the next morning, she saw Maggie standing by the

open window, in her night-gown, with no shoes or stockings on. "O,

Maggie," she said, "mamma told us not to go bare-feeted, and you are."

"I forgot," said Maggie; and she ran back to the bed and jumped in

beside Bessie. "Bessie, there's such lots and lots of water out there!

You never saw so much, not even in the reservoir at the Central Park."

"I guess it's the sea," said Bessie; "don't you know mamma said we

would see water and water ever so far, and we couldn't see the end of

it?"

"But I do see the end of it," said Maggie; "mamma was mistaken. I saw

where the sky came down and stopped the sea; and, Bessie, I saw such a

wonderful thing,--the sun came right up out of the water."

"O, Maggie, it couldn't; _you_ was mistaken. If it went in the water it

would be put out."

"I don't care," said Maggie, "it _was_ the sun, and it is shining right

there now. It isn't put out a bit. I woke up and I heard that noise

mamma told us was the waves, and I wanted to see them, so I went to

look, and over there in the sky was a beautiful red light; and in a

minute I saw something bright coming out of the water away off; and it

came higher and higher, and got so bright I could not look at it, and

it was the sun, I know it was."

"But, Maggie, how didn't it get put out if it went in the water?"

"I don't know," said Maggie, "I'm going to ask papa."

Just then nurse and Jane came in with water for the children's bath,

and before they were dressed, there was papa at the door asking if

there were any little girls ready to go on the beach and find an

appetite for breakfast. After that, nurse could scarcely dress them

fast enough, and in a few moments they were ready to run down to the

front porch where papa was waiting for them.

"O, papa, what a great, great water the sea is!" said Bessie.

"Yes, dear; and what a great and wise God must He be who made this wide

sea and holds it in its place, and lets it come no farther than He

wills."

"Papa," said Maggie, "I saw the wonderfulest thing this morning."

"The most wonderful," said her father.

"The most wonderful," repeated Maggie. "It was indeed, papa, and you

need not think I was mistaken, for I am quite, quite sure I saw it."

"And what was this most wonderful thing you are so very sure you saw,

Maggie?"

"It was the sun, papa, coming right up out of the water, and it was not

put out a bit. It came up, up, away off there, where the sky touches

the water. Mamma said we could not see the end of the ocean, but I see

it quite well. Do not you see it, too, papa?"

"I see what appears to be the end of the ocean, but these great waters

stretch away for many hundred miles farther. If you were to get on a

ship and sail away as far as you can see from here, you would still

see just as much water before you, and the sea and the sky would still

appear to touch each other: and however far you went it would always be

so, until you came where the land bounds the ocean on the other side.

The place where the sky and water seem to meet, is called the horizon;

and it is because they do seem to touch, that the sun appeared to

you to come out of the water. It is rather a difficult thing for such

little girls as you and Bessie to understand, but I will try to make

it plain to you. You know that the earth is round, like a ball, do you

not, Maggie?"

"Yes, papa."

"And I suppose that you think that the sun is moving when it seems to

come up in the morning, and goes on and on, till it is quite over our

heads, and then goes down on the other side of the sky until we can see

it no more, do you not?"

"Yes, papa."

"But it is really the earth on which we live, and not the sun, which is

moving. Once in twenty-four hours, which makes one day and one night,

the earth turns entirely round, so that a part of the time one side is

turned to the sun, and a part of the time the other side. See if you

can find me a small, round stone, Maggie."

Maggie looked around till she found such a stone as her father wanted,

and brought it to him. "Now," he said, "this stone shall be our earth,

and this scratch the place where we live. We will take off Bessie's hat

and have that for the sun. Now I will hold the mark which stands for

our home, directly in front of our make-believe sun. If a bright light

were coming from the sun and shining on our mark here, it would be the

middle of the day or noon, while it would be dark on the other side.

Then, as our earth moved slowly around in this way, and we turned from

the sun it would become afternoon; and as we turned farther yet till

we were quite away from the sun, it would be night. But we do not stay

there in the dark, for we still go moving slowly round until our side

of the earth comes towards the light again, and the darkness begins to

pass away. The nearer we come to the sun the lighter it grows, until,

if some little girl who lives on our scratch is up early enough and

looks out at the horizon, or place where the earth and sky seem to

meet, she sees the sun showing himself little by little; and it looks

to her as if he were coming up out of the sea, while all the time the

sun is standing still, and the earth on which we live is moving round

so as to bring her once more opposite to him."

"And is it night on the other side of the world?" asked Maggie.

"Yes, there is no sun there now, and it is dark night for the little

children who live there."

"And are they going to have their supper while we have our brefix?"

asked Bessie.

"Just about so, I suppose," said papa.

"But, papa," said Maggie with very wide open eyes, "do you mean that

the world is going to turn way over on the other side tonight?"

"Yes, dear."

"Then we will fall off," said Maggie.

"Did you fall off last night?" asked papa.

"No, sir."

"And you have been living for nearly seven years, and every day of your

life the earth has turned around in the same way, and you have never

yet fallen off, have you?"

"No, papa."

"Nor will you to-night, my little girl. The good and wise God who has

made our earth to move in such a way as to give us both light and

darkness as we need them, has also given to it a power to draw towards

itself, all things that live or grow upon its surface. Do you know what

surface means?"

"Yes, papa,--the top."

"Yes, or the outside. Suppose you were to fall off the top of the

house, Maggie, where would you fall to?"

"Down in the street and be killed," said Maggie.

"Yes, down to the street or ground, and probably you would be killed.

And it is because of this power which the earth has of drawing to

itself all things that are upon it, that you would not fly off into the

air and keep on falling, falling, for no one knows how many miles. It

is too hard a thing for you to understand much about now, but when you

are older you shall learn more. But we have had a long enough lesson

for this morning. We will walk about a little, and see if we can find

some shells before we go in to breakfast."

They found a good many shells: some little black ones which Maggie

called curlecues, and some white on the outside and pink inside. Then

there were a few which were fluted, which the children said were the

prettiest of all. They thought the beach was the best playground they

had ever seen, and they were about right. First, there was the strip

of smooth, white sand, on which the waves were breaking into beautiful

snowy foam, with such a pleasant sound; then came another space full of

pebbles and stones and sea-weed, with a few shells and here and there

a great rock; then more rocks and stones with a coarse kind of grass

growing between them; and beyond these, a few rough fir trees which

looked as if they found it hard work to grow there. Last of all was a

long, sloping bank, on top of which stood Mr. Jones's house and two or

three others; and farther down the shore, the great hotel. And the air

was so fresh and cool, with such a pleasant smell of the salt water.

Maggie was full of fun and spirits, and raced about till her cheeks

were as red as roses. There were several other people on the beach, and

among them were some little boys and girls. Two or three of these, when

they saw Maggie running about in such glee began to race with her, but

the moment she noticed them she became shy and ran away from them to

her father and Bessie who were walking quietly along.

"Papa," said Bessie "isn't it delicious?"

"Is not what delicious, my darling."

"I don't know," said Bessie. "_It._ I like Quam Beach, papa. I wish New

York was just like this."

"It is this cool, fresh sea-breeze that you like so much, Bessie."

"And I like to see the water, papa, and to hear the nice noise it

makes."

"Yes, it's so pleasant here," said Maggie. "Let's stay here always,

papa, and never go home."

"What! and sleep in the trundle-bed all your lives?" said papa.

"Oh, no," said Maggie, "I hate that bed. I believe I _did_ sleep a

little bit last night, because I was so tired; but I know I can't sleep

in it to-night."

"Well," said papa, "I think we will try it for a night or two longer."

And then they all went in to breakfast.

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