delightful little pools among the rocks left by the retreating tide, and Mr. Binks, who seemed to enjoy acting as guide, drew her notice continually to rows of bathing-vans, children riding donkeys or digging sand-castles on the beach, or fishwives gathering cockles at the water's edge, pointing out the various objects of interest with a fat brown finger. The few stations which they passed were crowded with tourists, one or two of whom opened the door of the compartment in the hope of finding room, but slammed it again quickly when they saw the number of its occupants.
"They did ought to put on more carriages, so nigh to August Bank Holiday," said Mr. Binks. "We're close on Silversands now--you can see it there, over at t'other side of the bay--so you won't be long waitin' of your tea. You'll be rare and glad to get some, I take it, if you feel like me."
Isobel thought it was the longest and hottest journey she ever remembered; but, like most things, it at length came to a close, and after seve