Chapter 23
RECOGNITION. Saturday came. Torn, ragged clouds were driven across the sky. It was not a becoming day for the scenery, and the little girls regretted it much. First they hoped for a change at twelve o'clock, and then at the afternoon tide-turning. But at neither time did the sun show his face. "Papa will never buy this dear place," said Elizabeth sadly, as she watched the weather. "The sun is everything to it. The sea looks quite leaden to-day, and there is no sparkle on it. And the sands, that were so yellow and sun-speckled on Thursday, are all one dull brown now." "Never mind! to-morrow may be better," said Ruth cheerily. "I wonder what time they will come at?" inquired Mary. "Your papa said they would be at the station at five, o'clock. And the landlady at the 'Swan' said it would
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