98 The Cottage on the Cliff.

sheets that Lottie loved to see, and
the long crossed letters full of
mamma's love to me. And to us
four elder ones, Harry and Lottie
and Alick and me, uncle’s visit
always meant a glorious afternoon
in a boat far out at sea. I hardly
know whether Harry or Gus de-
lighted most in the prospect of
these visits. The pleasure simply
of holding the “ Capitaine’s” horse
was enough to make the French
boy’s eyes glisten and his teeth
shine with the broadest smile.
And to Harry the delight of
handling an oar or managing a
sail was beyond anything delicious.