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 wrote Mr. Merryweather on his cuff. "Anything else?"

John tried to speak once or twice, but nothing happened.

"Yes, darling?" said his Mother.

"Thea," said John faintly.

"AND SEA," wrote Mr. Merryweather. "And what do you want, Stephen?"

Stephen was four. He thought a good deal, but never said anything, so if it hadn't been for Joan, nobody would ever have known what he wanted.

"Stephen wants the same as me, don't you, Stephen?" said Joan quickly.

Stephen nodded. He was thinking of something else.

On the Monday they all went off. As soon as they got out at the station, Mr. Merryweather said, "I can smell the sea," and Mary said, "So can I," but she couldn't really. John very nearly cried again, because