Aunt Rose and Aunt Lois had been all that was kind, but Uncle John! Ah,
he would LOVE her!
She had always wanted someone to love her.
"Do be careful, John," said Aunt Lois "I can't seem to think those
automobiles are as safe as my carriage is."
"I'll take the best of care of my precious little passengers," he said,
"and Lois!" speaking loudly, that she might hear, "I remember a ride
that I took with you years ago. The horse shied at a piece of old paper
in the road, at a girl with a red parasol, and a half dozen other
equally harmless things. I'll promise you the automobile won't act like
that! If it does, I'll sell it and get another!"
At last they were off. They had waved their hands to Aunt Lois, and now,
side by side, they were spinning over the road, Uncle John feeling very
proud of his lovely little guests.
They laughed and chattered all the way, and Uncle John thought he never
had heard merrier music.
It was when they had left the country town behind and caught the first
glimpse of the sea that their cries of delight charmed him.
"See the sails! The sails way out there against the sky!" cried Rose.
"And the big gulls!" cried Polly. "See them fly way, way up high, and
then down, down again to the waves."
It had been a long, sunny road, with seldom a turn, and only
occasionally a glimpse of the sea, but suddenly the road curved, winding
around behind a high bluff, and there, blue and glistening in the
sunlight, lay the sea, the big blue sea!
"We're here at the shore!" cried Rose, "and oh, I've never been there
before.
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