CHAPTER VI.

"Did young people take their pleasure when the sea was warm in May? When they made up fresh adventures for the morrow do you say?" The week’s visit at the Shallops’ slipped quickly away, each pleasant day passing too hastily into to-morrow, Millicent thought. The ordering of each day had something of a routine, beginning invariably with a gallop on horseback. The way sometimes led across wet, hard beaches where the horses’ hoofs crushed, with a crisp sound, the tiny sea-shells left by the receding …