As the girls sat by their elders, idly playing with the silvery sand and chatting to each other, a large steamship came in view, coming from the north and heading south-west. They all stopped working and talking as they watched her steaming along, a trail of smoke blowing behind her, smudging the blue sky with clouds, black at first and gradually fading to grey.

"That"s the English mail," Papa said at last; "she was due to leave the Semaph.o.r.e at three o"clock to-day."

They were silent again; the great ship drew nearer--now she was almost opposite.

"Oh--John--_Home!"_ Mamma said. There was a tremble in her voice that made Prudence and Mollie look up--there were tears in her eyes.

"I know, little wife, I know," Papa answered softly, putting a hand over the white hands which had dropped the busy needle.

The girls rose to their feet and left Papa and Mamma. They went down to the edge of the sh.o.r.e, and stood watching the ship as she began to slip over the horizon.

"Now she has begun to go down the Big Hill," said Prue. "She will sail for miles and miles and thousands of miles, and for days and nights and weeks across all that sea. I wonder if some children on the other side will be playing on that beach, and will watch her funnel climb over the top of the hill again and say: "Here comes the Australian mail!""

Mollie did not answer. She could not remember ever taking much interest in the Australian mail. But in future she determined she would always watch when she had the chance, and wave a friendly hand to the incoming ships.

Soon there was nothing to be seen of the big steamer but a trail of smoke, which lingered long in the sky.

Prudence had fallen into a day-dream; and Mollie"s eyes were roaming over the blue sea, when suddenly she caught sight of the raft bobbing about on the little waves, sometimes above and sometimes below. In the water in front of the raft she could see Hugh"s head, like a round black ball--and--yes, she was not mistaken, there were two other round black b.a.l.l.s which must also be heads. That was rather odd, she thought; she had not noticed any other boys about.

"Look, Prue!" she exclaimed, catching Prue by the arm, "look--there is Hugh, and he has got someone with him--oh, _do_ you think he has rescued some drowning sailors?"

Prue came out of her day-dream with a jerk, and brought her thoughts and her eyes back to earth, or rather to sea.

"Yes, he _has_ someone with him," she said. "How funny!"

As they gazed, the three swimmers turned round and, with a good deal of ducking and slipping, climbed aboard the raft, which triumphantly survived and remained afloat, though decidedly wet about the deck.

They proceeded to unfurl the sail, which one boy held while the other two took to the oars, and, after some hard work, the _Nancy Lee_ was safely beached. Grizzel joined Mollie and Prudence, and the three girls watched the three boys, not offering to go and help with the raft because they felt a little shy of the strangers.

Presently one of them turned round--and Mollie gave a jump. The boy"s hair hung over his forehead in wet, black streaks, and he was dressed, or rather undressed, in a swimming-suit, the rest of him being wet, white skin; but in spite of this unusual appearance Mollie was almost sure--in fact she was quite sure--that it was Young Outram. And the other boy--who kept his back turned in a provoking way as he examined the raft--why, _that_ boy--yes, it surely was d.i.c.k! Mollie squealed and caught Prue by the arm:

"It"s d.i.c.k and Jerry Outram!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. "Oh, Prue--have they swum all the way from London without any clothes?"

Prudence laughed. "Mollie, you _are_ a goose! _Do_ you think they could swim fourteen thousand miles?"

"Well how--? Oh, I forgot! It is so hard to remember about Time- travelling here! Oh, Prue, _how_ exciting it is!"

At that moment d.i.c.k looked round and saw his sister. Both boys came racing along the sand towards the girls, kicking up their heels like young colts.

"Cheerio!" cried d.i.c.k, as he pranced up. "What price school! How"s this for a rag? Jolly old beano, I call it!"

"What does he say?" asked Grizzel.

"He says that school isn"t much of a place, and that this is a great lark, and that he enjoys being here immensely," translated Mollie.

"_Some_ psychical phenomena!" exclaimed Young Outram, prancing up in his turn.

"I"m afraid we haven"t got any," said Prudence politely.

"And you forgot to say "Please" if we had," said Grizzel, with a frown.

"_What_ do they say?" asked Young Outram, looking puzzled.

"Prudence thought you were asking for some what"s-its-name-how- much," Mollie explained again.

"What _does_ he mean then?" Grizzel asked.

"He means that this is the loveliest magic that he ever heard of,"

said Mollie. "You shouldn"t use such long words, Jerry, and they aren"t true either, for this is _not_ thingummy phenomena, it is simply common everyday magic."

"There is no such thing as common magic," said Jerry.

"There is," said Mollie.

"There isn"t," said Jerry.

"What do you call it when your mother gives you a dirty little brown onion to put in the ground and you bring it back to her turned into a parrot-tulip?" asked Mollie.

"Oh--if you--"

"Stow it, Young Outram, you blighter," d.i.c.k interrupted. "Don"t be such a silly old Juggins, making them ratty first go-off like that.

Keep your hair on, Mollie, and don"t get the hump over nothing. If you _must_ jaw about parrots, jaw about the dossy chap we spotted in school; you are simply talking hot air, both of you."

"_What_ does he say?" asked Hugh, who had come up by this time.

"I wish to goodness you boys would speak plain English," Mollie said impatiently. "I don"t want to spend all my time explaining you to the others."

"Irry yourry tawrry lierry tharry weerry wirry tawrry lierry thirry, arry therry yourry woerry urrystarry wurry wurry tharry weerry sayrry," said Grizzel, rather angrily and very rapidly.

"_What_ does she say?" asked both boys at once.

"It"s only our private language," said Prudence; "she says that if you talk that way we"ll talk our way, and then you won"t understand us. _That_ wouldn"t do any good. I think we"d better have a Circle.

Give me your hand, Mollie, and you take Hugh"s. And Hugh d.i.c.k"s, and d.i.c.k Grizzel"s, and Grizzel Young Outram"s, and Young Outram my other hand. Now all stand quite still and shut your eyes; listen to the waves, and try and think of three nice things about the people next you."

The six children stood in a circle, silent and still, as Prudence had ordered, their eyes tightly closed. They felt the hot beams of the sun pouring over them, and the cool salt wind blew on their faces and through their hair; their toes curled and wriggled in the warm, wet sand, and in their ears was the plash-plash of the little waves beating backwards and forwards on the beach. It was very pleasant. It seemed quite easy to think of those three nice things.

And presently each child felt a warm and friendly glow steal up its left arm, through its heart, down its right arm--and so on to its neighbour. When this pleasing and cheerful sensation had gone round the Circle three times, Prudence said: "Now, open your eyes and let go."

They stood there smiling at each other, and feeling almost ready to burst with goodness and loving kindness towards all the world.

"Now we"ll understand each other," said Prue. "Words don"t matter much if you understand people. Now what shall we do?"

"Don"t let"s stand about any more," said Mollie; "the time does go so quickly, and there are lovely things to do. What would you like to do, Young Outram?"

"Call me Jerry all the time," he answered first. "I want to forget about school while I can--there are a good many of us at school," he explained to Prudence, "and we are called Old Outram, and Outram Two, and Young Outram; and there are three Outram Kids at the prep, and another kid at home."

"_All_ boys!" exclaimed Prudence.

Jerry nodded. There had been nine Outram boys before the war! "Let"s go out on the raft again--please," he added, with a wink at Grizzel, who smiled back. "You come too; we could easily push you along."

"We"ll have to change into our bathing things first," said Prudence; "the raft looks a little wet. We won"t be long."

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