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such odd gifts they were: fishes, sometimes liv-
ing, sometimes dead, bits of wood, a piece of an
old chain, and another time a piece of slimy sea-
weed, fully ten feet long. Once he brought her a
beautiful pink shell.

Celia was always very careful to thank the seal
(Soft-Eyes, she called him) for all the things he
brought her, whether she really liked them or
not, for she would not have hurt his feelings for
anything. But when she saw the beautiful pink
shell, she gave a shout of delight, and stooping,
kissed Soft-Eyes right on his wet head. He
gave a little contented grunt, and nestled up to
her, and there they both sat for a long time, sun-
ning themselves, Soft-Eyes munching the cracker
she had brought, and Celia examining the lovely
shell. It was afterward put on a shelf in the one
room of the tiny cottage, and every one admired
it, for it was not often that any one had so pretty a
shell, and particularly one brought up from the
ocean-bed and given by a soft-eyed, friendly seal.
One day Celia went to the rocks, and her dear
friend was not there.