finding she did not come, went to look for her.  She had gone into the back-yard, and was sitting there in the rain by the side of the water-butt.  She was soaked, and her best clothes were spoiled.  I must confess that I did not take very kindly to her.  I was irritated at her slowness in learning; it was, in fact, painful to be obliged to teach her.  I thought that perhaps she might have some undeveloped taste for music, but she showed none, and our attempts to get her to sing ordinary melodies were a failure.  She was more or less of a locked cabinet to me.  I tried her with the two or three keys which I had, but finding that none of them fitted, I took no more pains about her.

One Sunday we determined upon a holiday.  It was a bold adventure for us, but we had made up our minds.  There was an excursion train to Hastings, and accordingly Ellen, Marie, and myself were at London Bridge Station early in the morning.  It was a lovely summer’s day in mid-July.  The journey down was uncomfortable enough in consequence of the heat and dust, but we heeded neither one nor the other in the hope of seeing the sea.  We reached Hastings at about eleven o’clock, and strolled westwards towards Bexhill.  Our pleasure was exquisite.  Who can tell, save the imprisoned Londoner, the joy of walking on the clean sea-sand!  What a delight that was, to say nothing of the beauty of the scenery!  To be free of the litter and filth of a London suburb, of its broken hedges, its brickbats, its torn advertisements, its worn and trampled grass in fields half given over to the speculative builder:  in place of this, to tread the immaculate shore over which breathed a wind not charged with soot; to replace the dull, shrouding obscurity of the smoke by a distance so distinct that the masts of the ships whose hulls were buried below the horizon were visible—­all this was perfect bliss.  It was not very poetic bliss, perhaps; but nevertheless it is a fact that the cleanness of the sea and the sea air was as attractive to us as any of the sea attributes.  We had a wonderful time.  Only in the country is it possible to note the change of morning into mid-day, of mid-day into afternoon, and of afternoon into evening; and it is only in the country, therefore, that a day seems stretched out into its proper length.  We had brought all our food with us, and sat upon the shore in the shadow of a piece of the cliff.  A row of heavy white clouds lay along the horizon almost unchangeable and immovable, with their summit-lines and the part of the mass just below them steeped in sunlight.  The level opaline water differed only from a floor by a scarcely perceptible heaving motion, which broke into the faintest of ripples at our feet.  So still was the great ocean, so quietly did everything lie in it, that the wavelets which licked the beach were as pure and bright as if they were a part of the mid-ocean depths.  About a mile from us, at one o’clock, a long row of porpoises appeared,