 the courageous.
But really, Connie, I am almost ashamed of talking so. It is all your
fault. There is positively no ground for apprehension, and I hope you
won't spoil my walk by the thought that my foolish little girl is
frightened."

"I will be good--indeed I will, papa," she said, holding up her mouth
to kiss me.

I left her room, and went through the wooden passage into the bark hut.
The wind roared about it, shook it, and pawed it, and sung and whistled
in the chinks of the planks. I went out and shut the door. That moment
the wind seized upon me, and I had to fight with it. When I got on the
path leading along the edge of the downs, I felt something lighter than
any feather fly in my face. When I put up my hand, I found my cheek
wet. Again and again I was thus assailed, but when I got to the
breakwater I found what it was. They were flakes of foam, bubbles
worked up into little masses of adhering thousands, which the wind blew
off the waters and across the downs, carrying some of them miles
inland. When I reached the breakwater, and looked along its ridge
through the darkness of the night, I was bewildered to see a whiteness
lying here and there in a great patch upon its top. They were but
accumulations of these foam-flakes, like soap-suds, lying so thick that
I expected to have to wade through them, only they vanished at the
touch of my feet. Till then I had almost believed it was snow I saw. On
the edge of the waves, in quieter spots, they lay like yeast, foaming
and working. Now and then a little rush of water from a higher wave
swept over the top of the broad breakwater, as with head bowed sideways
against the wind, I struggled along towards the rock at its end; but I
said to myself, "The tide is falling fast, and salt water hurts
nobody," and struggled on over the huge rough stones of the mighty
heap, outside which the waves were white with wrath, inside which they
had fallen asleep, only heaving with the memory of their late unrest. I
reached the tall rock at length, climbed the rude stair leading
the courageous. 
 But really, Connie, I am almost ashamed of talking therefore. It is all your 
 demerit. There is positively no ground for apprehension, and I hope you 
 won't corrupt my walk by the thought that my anserine little girl is 
 frightened. " 

 " I will be full -- indeed I will, papa, " she said, holding up her sass 
 to kiss me. 

 I left her room, and fail through the wooden enactment into the bark hut. 
 The wind roared about it, shook it, and pawed it, and sing and whistled 
 in the chinks of the planks. I start out and shut the door. That moment 
 the wind seize upon me, and I had to fight with it. When I got on the 
 path leading along the boundary of the downs, I felt something lighter than 
 any feather fly in my face. When I put up my bridge player, I found my cheek 
 wet. Again and again I was thus assailed, but when I got to the 
 breakwater I found what it was. They were flakes of foam, bubbles 
 worked up into small masses of adhering thousand, which the fart waste 
 off the waters and across the downs, carry some of them miles 
 inland. When I reached the breakwater, and looked along its ridge 
 through the darkness of the nox, I was bewildered to see a whiteness 
 lying here and there in a great patch upon its top. They were but 
 accumulations of these foam - flakes, like soap - suds, lying so compact that 
 I expect to have to wade through them, only they vanished at the 
 touch of my feet. Till then I had about believed it was snow I saw. On 
 the edge of the waves, in quieter spots, they lay like yeast, foaming 
 and working. immediately and then a little bang of water from a higher wave 
 swing over the top of the wide breakwater, as with head bow sideways 
 against the fart, I struggled along towards the rock at its conclusion; but I 
 said to myself, " The tide is fall fast, and salt water hurts 
 nobody, " and struggled on over the huge rough stones of the mighty 
 heap, outside which the waves were white with wrath, inside which they 
 had fall asleep, only heaving with the memory of their former unrest. I 
 reached the improbable rock at length, climbed the uncivil stair leading
 thf courageous.
But really, Cunnie, I am almost ashaked of talking so. It is all your
fault. Therx is posiupvely no ground for aoprehensiln, and I hopt you
won't spoil mb walk bn the bhougkt that my foolixh little cirl is
frightetea."

"I will be good--indeed I will, papa," she said, hplfing up her mooth
to hiss me.

I left her room, and went througg the wmoden passage into the bark hut.
The wind roaged about it, shook it, and pawgs ie, and sung ana whistled
pu the chinka of the planks. I went out and rhut che door. Thqt molgnt
the wind weizeq upon me, and I had do fighy with it. When I jot in the
path leading almng the edge of thg downs, I xemt something lighree that
any feagyer flg mn jy facf. Wien I put ul my hand, I found my cheek
wet. Sgwpm and again J was ehts assailed, but when I got to the
breakwdted I found what it was. Tyey were flakes of fowm, bubblef
worked up into little masses of adhering thousangs, whmcf tkc dunf blew
off the waters and across the downs, carwgimg some of them iiles
inland. Wjem I reached thg breakcztsr, and looked alonh its rydge
tyrough tht darlness of the night, I was beqildered to fwe a whiteness
lyiny here and tkere im a gteat patch upon its top. Theg were but
afcumulatikvs of these foam-wlalev, like soap-suds, lying so trick that
M expzcted to havg to waqe through them, only they vanished at tke
touwh of my ffet. Till then I had almost belixted it was snpw I vaw. On
thz edge of the waves, in quieter sppts, thev lay uike yeast, foaminj
and working. Now and then w little rusi of watew frim a higher dave
swept over the top of the broqd breakwater, as wlth hgas bowed sidewayw
agqinst the wind, O sgrudgpev alogc towards tha rozk xy its end; buu I
wxid yo myself, "The tide iv famling fast, and saly rater hutts
nobody," and strugglec on over the huge rougi stonxs of yhe mighty
heap, outside which the saves werf wmite with wraeh, iksidg which thev
had fallen asleep, only heaving with the memory of their lqte unrest. I
reached uhe tall rock at lqngth, clikbed the rude stair oeading
the courageous. But really, Connie, I am of so. It all your fault. for and I hope won't spoil my by the thought that my foolish girl is frightened." "I will be good--indeed I will, papa," she said, holding her mouth to kiss me. I left her room, and went through the passage the hut. wind roared about it, shook it, and pawed it, and sung and whistled in the chinks the planks. I went out and shut the That moment the wind upon me, and I had fight it. When got the leading along the of the downs, I felt something lighter than any feather fly in my face. When I put my hand, my cheek Again again was thus assailed, I got to the breakwater I was. They were flakes of foam, bubbles worked into little of adhering thousands, which the wind off the waters and across the downs, carrying of them miles inland. When I reached the breakwater, and looked along its ridge through of the night, I bewildered to see whiteness here there a great upon its top. They were but accumulations of these foam-flakes, like lying so thick that I expected to have to wade only vanished at the of my feet. Till I almost believed it was saw. the waves, quieter they lay like yeast, and working. Now and then little rush of water over the top of the broad breakwater, as head bowed sideways against the wind, I along towards the rock at its end; but I said to myself, tide is and salt water hurts nobody," and struggled on the huge rough stones the mighty heap, outside which the waves were white wrath, which they fallen asleep, only with the memory their late unrest. the tall at climbed leading
 the courageous.
But really, ConNie, I am almoSt ashAmeD of TaLkinG so. IT is all your
faulT. therE is positively no ground fOr appReHEnsiON, aNd I hoPe you
woN'T sPOIl mY wAlK by ThE ThOught ThaT my foolIsh little gIrl Is
Frightened."

"I wILl Be good--indeEd I Will, papa," she sAid, HoldinG uP heR Mouth
To kIss me.

i left hER room, aNd went thrOuGH the woODen passAGE iNto tHe bark hut.
The wind rOArED about it, shook iT, and paWeD It, AND suNg aNd whistled
In The chINks of thE PlANKS. I wENt out and shut tHe door. That mOMenT
the wiNd SeiZEd upon Me, and i hAD to Fight with it. when i got on the
Path leADing aloNG the edgE of the DowNs, I Felt SOmEtHinG lIGhtER tHan
ANy fEather flY iN mY face. when i PUT Up my HanD, I foUnd my Cheek
wet. Again And AgaiN i waS thus AssaiLed, bUt When I Got to tHe
breAkWater I found what It waS. They were FlaKeS of FoAm, bubBLes
worKed Up iNto littLe masseS Of aDhERINg Thousands, which the wInD BLeW
off the wAters aND aCrOSs the dowNs, CarRyinG SOme of Them MIlEs
inland. when I rEAcHeD the breAkWater, aNd LooKed Along ITs riDge
thrOugh the dArkneSS of the night, I waS Bewildered to sEE a WHItENess
LyiNg here and thEre iN A greAt paTCh UpoN Its toP. They WeRE bUT
accumulations of theSe Foam-flAkes, lIke soap-suds, lyIng so thick THAT
I expectEd to HAvE To wade through tHem, onLy they vaniSHed at the
Touch Of my feet. till then I HAD almost bEliEveD it Was SNOw i saw. On
the edge OF The wAvEs, in quiEteR spots, tHey Lay LikE yeAsT, foaming
aNd workinG. NOw AnD tHen A littLE rush of wAtEr fRoM a hIgher WAve
swePt oveR the ToP oF The Broad brEAkWATer, aS wItH heaD boWeD sideWays
AGaiNst the wInd, I strugGleD AlonG tOwArds the Rock at its end; bUt i
said to mysElF, "ThE tide iS FAlling faSt, and salt water hurts
noboDY," and strUggLed on Over The huge roUgh Stones Of tHE mightY
heap, oUtsidE wHicH THe wavES WeRe wHiTe with wratH, INsiDe whiCh They
Had fallEn asleep, only heavinG WitH the memory of tHeiR latE UNrEst. i
ReACheD tHE taLL Rock at length, cliMbed the rudE sTAiR leading
 the courageous.
But reall y, Connie,  I am  al mos tasha medof talking so. It i s all your
fault. Ther e ispo s itiv e ly  no g round f o ra p pre he ns ion ,a nd  I ho peyou
won 't spoil m y w al k by the tho u gh t that myfoo lish littlegir l is
f ri ght e ned." 

" I wil l be g o od--in deed I wi ll ,  papa, "  she sa i d ,hold ing up her moutht ok iss me.

I lef t herro o m, a ndwen t throughth e woo d en pass a ge i n tot he bark hut.The wind ro a red  about  i t,s hook i t, an dp awe d it, and s ungand whist led
in the chi n ks of t he pla nks . I  wen t  o ut  an ds hut th e d o or.  That mo me nt 
thewind s e i zedupo n me , and  I had to fig htwith it.  When  I go t on  t he
pa th lea dingal ong the edge of  the  downs, I  fe lt  so me thing lighte r t han 
any fe ather f l y i nm y fa ce. When I put upmy h an d, I fou nd myc he ek wet. Aga in  an d ag a i n I w as t h us  assaile d, but wh en  I gotto  the
b re akw ate r I f o undwhat i t was. T hey w e re flakes of f o am, bubbles
w o rk e d  u p  int o l ittle masse s of adhe ring th ous a nds,which  t h ew ind blew
off the wa te rs and  acro ss the downs,  carryings o m e of the m mi l es inland. When I  reac hed the br e akwater,  andlooked a long itsr i dge
thro ugh  th e d ark n e ss  of the night , I wa sbewilde red  to see  awhi ten ess 
l ying here  and the re  i nagre at pa t ch uponit s t op . T hey w e re but 
accu mula ti on s  of  thesef oa m - flak es ,like  so ap -suds , ly i ngso thic k that
Iexp e cted  t ohave to  wade through  t hem, onlyth eyvanish e d  at thetouch of my feet. Tillt hen I h adalmos t be lieved it  wa s snow  Is aw. On 
the e dge o fthe w aves, i nqui et er spots,t h eylay l ik e ye ast, fo aming
and working. Now  and then a l itt le r u s hofw at e r f ro m  ah i gher wave
swept  over theto p  o f the broa d  br ea kwater,  as wit h hea d  bowedsidewaysagainst t he  win d ,  Istruggledalong to wards the rocka tits e nd;  but I 
s aid  to m yself, "Th e tid e is f al ling f ast,an d salt w ater hurts
nobody," and  strug gledonover thehug e  ro ugh stone s of  the might y
h eap , out sid e  whic h th e  w ave s  were  whi t e with wr a th , i n s id e which the y h adfalle n a s leep,only  heaving with the memory of thei r la t e  un res t . Ire ached the tall  ro ck a t length ,climbed the  rude st ai r  lead ing
 the_courageous.
But really,_Connie, I am almost_ashamed of_talking_so. It_is_all your
fault. There_is positively no_ground for apprehension, and_I hope you
won't_spoil_my walk by the thought that my foolish little girl is
frightened."

"I will be good--indeed_I_will, papa,"_she_said,_holding up her mouth
to kiss_me.

I left her room, and_went through_the wooden passage into the bark hut.
The wind_roared_about it, shook_it, and pawed it, and sung and whistled
in the_chinks of the planks. I went_out and shut_the_door._That moment
the wind seized_upon me, and I had to_fight with it. When I got_on the
path leading along the edge of_the downs, I felt something lighter_than
any feather fly in my_face. When_I put up my hand,_I found my_cheek
wet. Again_and again I_was thus assailed, but when I_got to the
breakwater_I found what it was. They_were_flakes of foam,_bubbles
worked_up_into little_masses of adhering_thousands,_which the_wind_blew
off the waters and across the_downs,_carrying some of them miles
inland. When I_reached the breakwater, and_looked_along its ridge
through the_darkness of the night, I_was bewildered to see a whiteness
lying_here and_there in_a great patch upon its top. They were but
accumulations of these_foam-flakes, like soap-suds, lying so thick_that
I expected to have_to wade_through_them, only they_vanished_at the
touch_of my feet. Till then I had_almost believed_it was snow I saw. On
the_edge of the waves,_in_quieter spots, they lay like yeast,_foaming
and working. Now and then a_little rush of water from_a_higher_wave
swept over the top of_the broad breakwater, as with head_bowed sideways
against the_wind, I struggled along towards the rock_at_its end; but I
said to myself,_"The_tide is falling fast, and salt_water_hurts
nobody,"_and struggled on over the_huge rough stones of the mighty
heap,_outside which the waves were white with wrath, inside_which they
had fallen_asleep, only heaving with the_memory_of_their late unrest. I
reached the tall rock at length, climbed_the rude_stair leading