I Wer and I Wer, Said Miss Waterlow, Condenned Smelt?

Miss waterlow lay there wrapped in drowsy and enchanted memories of that golden land to which she could never quite return. She would tell them all about it some day, but not now. Not now. Sand babies had never been to the seaside before, so you can imagine how pleased they were when mister merryweather said, i think we will go to the sea this summer. It will do the children good. Miss waterlow gave a little sigh and was asleep.