"I think, mamma," he continued, "that Rose is the nicest little girl
here. I've painted her picture in my album."
So I was not surprised, while looking over Neddy's pictures, to see that
he had wasted a great deal of paint in trying to display Rose's pink
cheeks and lovely golden hair: He had painted her cheeks redder than the
reddest cherries you ever saw.
S. B. T.
[Illustration]
SURF-BATHING AT CONEY ISLAND.
Coney Island, about eight miles from the city of New York, is four and a
half miles long and about half a mile in width. It is quite a resort in
summer for those who want to breathe the briny air of the ocean.
Charles and Laura had long been promised a visit to this famous
bathing-place, and one warm day in June their father drove them down to
the island; for there is a bridge connecting it with the main land.
As they drove along the beach, they saw the bathers in the water, and
Charles was very desirous of having a dip in the salt sea himself; but
he had no bathing-dress, and so he had to give it up.
It is very pleasant on a fine day in summer to stand on the beach, and
watch the waves as they come foaming up.
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