He was heaving himself up, when Averil prevented him by hastening to
a more real search, which speedily produced the book.

Eagerly Leonard unfolded the map, making her steady it for his
shaking hand, and tracing the black toothed lines.

'There's Bridport--ten miles from there. Can you see the name, Ave?'

'No, it is not marked.'

'Never mind. I see where it is; and I can see it is a capital place;
just in that little jag, with famous bathing. I wonder if they will
stay long enough for me to learn to swim?'

'You are a good way from that as yet,' said poor Averil, her heart
sinking lower and lower.

'Oh, I shall be well at once when I get away from here!'

'I hope so.'

'Why, Ave!' he cried, now first struck with her tone, 'don't you know
I shall?'

'I don't know,' she said, from the soreness of her heart; 'but I
can't tell how to trust you with strangers.'

'Strangers! You ungrateful child!' exclaimed Leonard, indignantly.
'Why, what have they been doing for you all this time?'