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 he thought the sea was something you saw, not just something you smelt, but Mary told him that to-morrow after breakfast he would really see it, Wouldn't he, Mother? And Mrs. Merryweather said, Yes, it was too late now; better wait till to-morrow.

So they waited till to-morrow. As soon as they had finished breakfast, and they were all too excited to eat much (except Stephen, who could think just as well, whether he was eating or whether he wasn't), Mary took them out. Mr. Merryweather stayed behind to read his paper, and Mrs. Merryweather stayed behind to see about dinner, because they knew they could trust Mary. Joan and Stephen walked in front, Joan chattering to Stephen, and Stephen thinking; then came Margaret, talking eagerly over her shoulder to Mary; and then came Mary holding John's hand, and saying, "We're nearly there, dear."