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Page 33
"'Well, he's TWICE lucky, for he wanted Rose for a visitor, and he's
found another child to bring with her!'"
She greeted the children cordially as they were introduced.
"Her name could be nothing but Atherton," she said, "why, sir, she looks
like you enough to be your own child."
"She is my BORROWED little girl," Uncle John replied, "she's MINE while
here."
CHAPTER VIII
AT THE SHORE
Three days had passed, and Uncle John Atherton had filled them full of
pleasure.
They had bathed in the surf, they had taken long tramps along the beach
when the tide was out, they had sailed in his yacht, "The Dolphin," they
had been up at the great hotel, where a fine hop was enjoyed.
Was there any pleasure that he had not given them?
One morning he looked into the two bright little faces, as they sat at
breakfast, and wondered what he would best choose for the day's chief
event.
"I believe I'll ask you two little friends to choose your amusement for
to-day. What shall we do first?" he asked.
"'The Dolphin!' A sail on 'The Dolphin!'" they cried without a moment's
hesitation.
"Then get on those sailor frocks that you wore yesterday, and your big
sailor hats, and we'll sail on the 'briny deep,' right after breakfast,"
was the quick reply.
He was well pleased, for they had chosen just that which he so loved to
do.
They hurriedly finished their breakfast and ran up to their room to put
on the pretty sailor suits that he had so admired.
"Rose!" called Uncle John.
"I'm almost ready," she answered.
"No hurry," he replied, "only when you, and Polly are ready, run right
down to the boat. I've told Donald to take you for a row, and just as
soon as I have finished some letters, I'll go with you for a sail."
"Oh, that will be fine!" cried Rose, "because while we are waiting for
you we'll be on the water."
Uncle John returned to his letters, and soon Rose and Polly hurried down
to the piazza and out onto the driveway.
It was a short run to the beach, where they found Donald, the little
Scotch lad, waiting for them.
With a new knife he was whittling a bit of wood into the rude semblance
of a boat.
He had intended to go fishing with another boy, and he was not pleased
to be rowing two small girls, so much younger than himself; therefore he
was sullen. True, he was well paid for rowing them, and he was glad of
the money, but, ungrateful little lad that he was, he most unwillingly
waited for Rose and Polly.
"I'd 'nough rather be fishing," he grumbled, but aloud he said:
"Come on!"
They followed him, clambered into the boat, and soon were out on the
water, singing a pretty boating song that Uncle John had taught them:
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