Beadle's Dime Novels No. 131 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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w . DOWN BY THE SEA. 85 He was a little annoyed, then, when the summer vacation came, and Oliyer, joining them at their country house, began, after a few weeks, to be restless, and ask permission to pay a fortnight visit to Barnegat Beach. He could not very well re- fuse it, though he said all he could to discourage it. Katie, too, pouted . her rosy lips, and showed so much displeasure that Oliver would certainly haye resigned his project had a strong passion not influenced his conduct. He was pining for the ocean ; never before had he li lived so long outof sight of it; and he was homesick, ‘with a chilu’s homesickness, t to rove again, at will, “upon its shores, and breast its billows. This, even more than the memory of Tangee, called him to Squall Inlet, If Mr. Wetmore. had realized the young man’s want, he would haye taken him and Katie to Newport; but he did not understand it, - In the mean time, as the fullness of swnmer grew, and the hot July days came on, Tangee had moods of deep musing in- terrupted by fits of restless watchfulness. She must even make a yisit to the neare8t town to have the silk which Olla sent her made up, and to buy herself a bonnet which was the envy of the barefooted, bareheaded women and girls of the beach, Not that she wore the bonnet, now that she had it; but she showed it to such as came from far and near to view it, She had earned the money to buy it with, not pin-money, but fish-mone pg after she got it, decided that shg looked better in Pert | straw hat, with a brim a quarter of a yard wide—and so she did ! Summer! so full of bloom an light! its warmth and glory were as precious to her, as to the poor East #ndian who had shivered all t ee ee in his warelyaines cloak. But sum- mer on the gray sands a aid shore, was not summer back in the, did not mean gardens flushed with roses, and dewy f et with the scent of new-mown hay. It did not mean and pinks, strawberries and cream, low music of rustling maple-leaves, and shadowy ~ porches odorous with ] honeysuckle. It meant a heaven filled with strong light, sands so hot that the y scorched the feet, an ocean melting and rising ‘and falling, sunny and blue as the sky above ‘it. It meant intense Inater, Intense