They
came on, shoulder to shoulder, talking busily, and Theodora as she
watched them, was well content.
At the table, Cicely ignored the events of the afternoon
"Allyn is having a bad time with his German and I am going to see if I
can help him," was all she said. "Are you going to use the library,
this evening?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"'Lit-tle ones to him be-long,
Vey are weak, but he is strong.'
"Mam-ma-a-a!" Mac's burst of psalmody ended in a roar.
"Yes, Mac. Here I am."
"Where?"
"Upstairs, packing."
Mac toiled up the stairs and into his mother's room.
"I fought maybe you wanted to see me," he observed. "What for you putting
all vose fings into ve box?"
"Because we are going to see grandpapa and Aunt Teddy, and then we are
all going to the seashore."
"What is ve seashore?"
"The ocean, the great, broad blue water without any edge to it, where the
waves keep tumbling over and over on the beach."
"What's beach?" he demanded. Always used to the mountains, the
phraseology of the sea was a new tongue to him.
"It's the edge of the water," his mother said absently, while she tried
to fold an organdie gown to the best advantage.
"But you said vere wouldn't be any edge," he protested, for he was
nothing if not logical, and he insisted upon logic from others.
"Well, never mind now.
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