Love wins love.
UNCLE CHARLES.
[Illustration: THE KEEPER PUNISHED.]
NEDDY'S SAND-BANK.
On lovely summer afternoons, when the sky is blue, and the sea bluer, I
take my books or work, and go out to sit under a great oak-tree that
stands at the top of a sand-bank, which slopes gently down to a broad,
white, beach.
[Illustration]
This sand-bank is a wonderful place for the children. Every fine day
Neddy takes his box of playthings, and marches off to the sand-bank; and
I think, as I kiss his dear rosy cheeks, what a nice, clean boy he is in
his linen blouse, broad-brimmed hat with blue ribbons, white stockings,
and neat buttoned boots. He returns after a few hours, looking like a
little savage.
"Just fit to go into the wash-tub," Dinah says; and she is right.
What do they play on the sand-bank? I will tell you what they did
yesterday, while I sat under the oak-tree and worked, and listened to
their prattle.
"Let's build cities to-day," said Tommy Abbott. "Oh, yes!" said Jamie
Newton. "I will build Boston," chimed in Neddy: "I don't know much about
other places.
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