"Poor Marie Antoinette!" sighed Elsie; "I never could read her story without tears, and the very thought of her sorrows and sufferings makes my heart ache."
"I don"t think I ever read it," said Zoe, "though I have a general idea what it was."
"We have Abbott"s life of her at Ion," said Elsie. "I"ll get it for you when we go home."
Harold stepped to the window. "It is raining very little now, if at all," he said, "and the sea must be in a fine rage; let us go and have a look at it"
"Oh, yes, let"s go!" cried Betty, springing to her feet; "but I"m afraid we"ve missed the finest of it, for the wind isn"t blowing half so hard as it was an hour ago."
"Don"t be discouraged," said Captain Raymond, sportively; "the waves are often higher than ever after the wind has subsided."
"Oh, papa, may I go too?" Grace said, in a pleading tone.
"Yes; if you put on your waterproof cloak and overshoes it will not hurt you to be out for a short time," answered the indulgent father. "Lulu, don"t go without yours."
All were eager for the sight; there was a moment of hasty preparation, and they trooped out and stood upon the edge of the high bank at the back of their cottages gazing upon the sea in its, to most of them, new and terrible aspect; from sh.o.r.e to horizon it was one ma.s.s of seething, boiling waters; far out in the distance the huge waves reared their great foam-crested fronts and rushed furiously toward the sh.o.r.e, rapidly chasing each other in till with a tremendous crash and roar they broke upon the beach, sending up showers of spray, and depositing great flakes of foam which the wind sent scudding over the sand; and each, as it retreated, was instantly followed by another and another in unbroken, endless succession.
Half a mile or more south of "Sconset there is a shoal (locally called "the rips") where wind and tide occasionally, coming in opposition, cause a fierce battle of the waves, a sight well worth a good deal of exertion to behold.
"Wind and tide are having it out on the rips," the captain presently remarked. "Let us go down to the beach and get the best view we can of the conflict."
"Papa, may we go too?" asked Lulu, as the older people hastily made a move toward the stairway that led to the beach; "oh, do please let us!"
Grace did not speak, but her eyes lifted to his, pleaded as earnestly as Lulu"s tongue. He hesitated for an instant, then stooped, took Grace in his arms, and saying to Lulu, "Yes, come along; it is too grand a sight for me to let you miss it," hurried after the others.
Violet had not come out with the rest, her attention being taken up with her babe just at that time, and he would give her the sight afterward on taking the children in.
On they went over the wet sands--Mr. Dinsmore and his wife, Edward and his, Betty holding on to Harold"s arm, Rose and Walter helped along by Herbert and Bob.
To Max Raymond"s great content and a little to the discomfiture of her sons, who so delighted in waiting upon and in every way caring for her, Elsie had chosen him for her companion and escort, and with Lulu they hastened after the others and just ahead of the captain and Grace, who brought up the rear.
The thunder of the surf prevented any attempt at conversation, but now and then there was a little scream, ending with a shout of laughter from one or another of the feminine part of the procession, as they were overtaken by the edge of a wave and their shoes filled with the foam, their skirts wetted by it. Not a very serious matter, as all had learned ere this, as salt water does not cause one to take cold.
Arrived at the spot from where the very best view of the conflict could be had, they stood long gazing upon it, awestruck and fascinated by the terrific grandeur of the scene. I can best describe it in the words of a fellow-author far more gifted in that line than I.
"Yonder comes sh.o.r.eward a great wave, towering above all its brethren.
Onward it comes, swift as a race-horse, graceful as a great ship, bearing right down upon us. It strikes "The Rips," and is there itself struck by a wave approaching from another direction. The two converge in their advance, and are dashed together--embrace each other like two angry giants, each striving to mount upon the shoulder of the other and crush its antagonist with its ponderous bulk. Swift as thought they mount higher and higher, in fierce, mad struggle, until their force is expended; their tops quiver, tremble, and burst into one great ma.s.s of white, gleaming foam; and the whole body of the united wave, with a mighty bound, hurls itself upon the sh.o.r.e and is broken into a flood of seething waters--crushed to death in its own fury.
"All over the shoal the waves leap up in pinnacles, in volcanic points, sharp as stalagmites, and in this form run hither and yon in all possible directions, colliding with and crashing against others of equal fury and greatness--a very carnival of wild and drunken waves; the waters hurled upward in huge ma.s.ses of white. Sometimes they unite more gently, and together sweep grandly and gracefully along parallel with the sh.o.r.e; and the cavernous hollows stretch out from the sh.o.r.e so that you look into the trough of the sea and realize what a terrible depth it is. The roar, meanwhile, is horrible. You are stunned by it as by the roar of a great waterfall. You see a wave of unusual magnitude rolling in from far beyond the wild revelry of waters on "The Rips." It leaps into the arena as if fresh and eager for the fray, clutches another Baccha.n.a.l like itself, and the two towering floods rush swiftly toward the sh.o.r.e. Instinctively you run backward to escape what seems an impending destruction. Very likely a sheet of foam is dashed all around you, shoe-deep, but you are safe--only the foam hisses away in impotent rage. The sea has its bounds; "hitherto shalt thou come, but no farther.""[A]
[Footnote A: A. Judd Northrup, in "Sconset Cottage Life."]
CHAPTER VI.
She is peevish, sullen, froward, Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty; Neither regarding that she is my child, Nor fearing me as If I were her father.
--_Shakespeare_.
A day or two of bright, breezy weather had succeeded the storm, and another "squantum" had been arranged for; it was to be a more pretentious affair than the former one, other summer visitors uniting with our party; and a different spot had been selected for it.
By Violet"s direction the maid had laid out, the night before, the dresses the two little girls were to wear to the picnic, and they appeared at the breakfast-table already attired in them; for the start was to be made shortly after the conclusion of the meal.
The material of the dresses was fine, they were neatly fitting and prettily trimmed, but rather dark in color and with high necks and long sleeves; altogether suitable for the occasion, and far from unbecoming; indeed, as the captain glanced at the two neat little figures, seated one on each side of him, he felt the risings of fatherly pride in their attractiveness of appearance.
And even exacting, discontented Lulu was well enough pleased with her mamma"s choice for her till, upon leaving the table and running out for a moment into the street to see if the carriages were in sight, she came upon a girl about her own age, who was to be of the company, very gayly apparelled in thin white tarletan and pink ribbons,
"Good-morning, Sadie," said Lulu. "What a nice day for the "squantum,"
isn"t it?"
"Yes; and it"s most time to start, and you"re not dressed yet, are you?"
glancing a trifle scornfully from her own gay plumage to Lulu"s plainer attire.
The latter flushed hotly but made no reply. "I don"t see anything of the carriages yet," was all she said; then darting into the cottage occupied by their family, she rushed to her trunk, and throwing it open, hastily took from it a white muslin, coral ribbons and sash, and with headlong speed tore off her plain colored dress and arrayed herself in them.
She would not have had time but for an unexpected delay in the arrival of the carriage which was to convey her parents, brother and sister and herself to the "squantum" ground.
As it was, she came rushing out at almost the last moment, just as the captain was handing his wife into the vehicle.
Max met her before she had reached the outer door. "Lu, Mamma Vi says you will need a wrap before we get back; probably even going, and you"re to bring one along."
"I sha"n"t need any such thing! and I"m not going to be bothered with it!" cried Lulu, in a tone of angry impatience, hurrying on toward the entrance as she spoke.
"Whew! what have you been doing to yourself?" exclaimed Max, suddenly noting the change of attire, while Grace, standing in the doorway, turned toward them with a simultaneous exclamation, "Why, Lulu--" then broke off, lost in astonishment at her sister"s audacity.
"Hush, both of you! can"t you keep quiet?" snapped Lulu, turning from one to the other; then as her father"s tall form darkened the doorway, and a glance up into his face showed her that it was very grave and stern, she shrank back abashed, frightened by the sudden conviction that he had overheard her impertinent reply to her mamma"s message, and perhaps noticed the change in her dress.
He regarded her for a moment in silence, while she hung her head in shame and affright; then he spoke in tones of grave displeasure, "You will stay at home to-day, Lulu; we have no room for disrespectful, disobedient children--"
"Papa," she interrupted, half pleadingly, half angrily, "I haven"t been disobedient or disrespectful to you."
"It is quite the same," he said; "I require you to be obedient and respectful to your mamma; and impertinence to her is something I will by no means allow or fail to punish whenever I know of it. Sorry as I am to deprive you of an antic.i.p.ated pleasure, I repeat that you must stay at home; and go immediately to your room and resume the dress she directed you to wear to-day."
So saying he took Grace"s hand and led her to the carriage, Max following after one regretful look at Lulu"s sorely disappointed face.
Grace, clinging about her father"s neck as he lifted her up, pleaded for her sister. "Oh, papa, do please let her go; she hasn"t been naughty for a long while, and I"m sure she"s sorry and will be good."
"Hush, hush, darling!" he said, wiping the tears from her eyes, then placing her by Violet"s side.
"What is wrong?" inquired the latter with concern; "is Gracie not feeling well?"
"Never mind, my love," the captain answered, a.s.suming a cheerful tone; "there is nothing wrong except that Lulu has displeased me, and I have told her she cannot go with us to-day."
"Oh, I am sorry!" Violet said, looking really pained; "we shall all miss her. I should be glad, Levis, if you could forgive her, for--"
"No, do not ask it," he said hastily; adding, with a smile of ardent affection into the azure eyes gazing so pleadingly into his; "I can scarcely bear to say no to you, dearest, but I have pa.s.sed sentence upon the offender and cannot revoke it."