I believe the tiny party will do me
good. I shall feel once more like the little lass that I was when I
received the invitation, and then a week later, dressed in my best,
went to my friend's house. There were twelve guests, and I shall have
just twelve at _my_ party."
CHAPTER II
THE SEA NYMPH
Little Sprite Seaford sat in the first car of the long train, her eyes
bright with excitement, a tear on her cheek, and her red lips quivering.
One little hand nervously clutched her handkerchief, while the other
grasped the handles of her very new suitcase.
She had wound her pretty arms tightly around her mother's neck, kissed
her, oh, so many times, and then, lest her courage fail her, had turned
and fled from the house, where on the beach, she clung to her father's
hand, and silently walked toward the station.
She felt that if she tried to talk she would surely cry, but why was
the sturdy captain so silent? Did he feel, as his little daughter did,
that safety lay in silence? Did he fear to speak lest the tears might
come? It had been decided that Sprite should accept Mr.
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