“Certainly, my love, we shall bathe at eleven, and there will be just time to get Victorine and our dresses; so run on to the house, and I will join you as soon as I have finished what I am saying to Mrs. Earle,”—­then added, in a stage-aside, as she put a fallen lock off the girl’s forehead, “You are doing beautifully!  He is evidently struck; make yourself interesting, and don’t burn your nose, I beg of you.”

Debby’s bright face clouded over, and she walked on with so much stateliness that her escort wondered “what the deuse the old lady had done to her,” and exerted himself to the utmost to recall her merry mood, but with indifferent success.

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“Now I begin to feel more like myself, for this is getting back to first principles, though I fancy I look like the little old woman who fell asleep on the king’s highway and woke up with abbreviated drapery; and you look funnier still, Aunt Pen,” said Debby, as she tied on her pagoda-hat, and followed Mrs. Carroll, who walked out of her dressing-room an animated bale of blue cloth surmounted by a gigantic sun-bonnet.

Mr. Leavenworth was in waiting, and so like a blond-headed lobster in his scarlet suit that Debby could hardly keep her countenance as they joined the groups of bathers gathering along the breezy shore.

For an hour each day the actors and actresses who played their different roles at the ——­ Hotel with such precision and success put off their masks and dared to be themselves.  The ocean wrought the change, for it took old and young into its arms, and for a little while they played like children in their mother’s lap.  No falsehood could withstand its rough sincerity; for the waves washed paint and powder from worn faces, and left a fresh bloom there.  No ailment could entirely resist its vigorous cure; for every wind brought healing on its wings, endowing many a meagre life with another year of health.  No gloomy spirit could refuse to listen to its lullaby, and the spray baptized it with the subtile benediction of a cheerier mood.  No rank held place there; for the democratic sea toppled down the greatest statesman in the land, and dashed over the bald pate of a millionnaire with the same white-crested wave that stranded a poor parson on the beach and filled a fierce reformer’s mouth with brine.  No fashion ruled, but that which is as old as Eden,—­the beautiful fashion of simplicity.  Belles dropped their affectations with their hoops, and ran about the shore blithe-hearted girls again.  Young men forgot their vices and their follies, and were not ashamed of the real courage, strength, and skill they had tried to leave behind them with their boyish plays.  Old men gathered shells with the little Cupids dancing on the sand, and were better for that innocent companionship; and young mothers never looked so beautiful as when they rocked their babies on the bosom of the sea.

Debby vaguely felt this charm, and, yielding to it, splashed and sang like any beach-bird, while Aunt Pen bobbed placidly up and down in a retired corner, and Mr. Leavenworth swam to and fro, expressing his firm belief in mermaids, sirens, and the rest of the aquatic sisterhood, whose warbling no manly ear can resist.