90 The Shadow.

straw hats to shield them from the sun, and carried
pails and shovels, and oh, what fine times they
had! George’s big black dog always went with
them. This dog had a very sad, solemn face, and
George's papa had named him “Woe.” He was
not really sad, however, but was kind and merry,
liking nothing better than to play and romp
with his young master. Sometimes he would lie
down on the beach, and George and the Shadow
would fill their pails with the warm sand and pour
it all over him, till nothing but his black head, and
his sad, sad face could be seen. He enjoyed it,
and never knew how very funny he looked. One
day they had a terrible time, or it might have been
if Woe had not been there. But he was, and you
shall hear about it.

George and the Shadow were building a sand-
house, and needing more wet sand, the boy, quite
forgetting that the tide was coming in, ventured
too far out. His back was toward the ocean,
and suddenly, without a moment's warning, up
came a monstrous wave, and striking poor little
Seorge, rolled him over and over, and drew him