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FOUR PEOPLE AND THE HALL OF SHELLS. 
“Op Neptune’s napping!” said Tom, as he 
watched the waves that played as lightly as a 
baby’s fingers with the sands upon the shore. 
Far out, the sea was blue as bluest ame- 
thyst; slowly circling toward the land the ~ 
Waves grew green and opaline; their jewels 
flashed a moment in the sun and were drawn 
back again into the sea. 
Miss Bremely, to whom Tom had spoken, 
seemed under the same spell as the ocean; her 
eyes held in their blue depths a dreamy look 
of peace; the sunshine touched her hair to 
gold, gave a glint of richness to brow and 
cheek, and fell in light caress upon her folded 
hands. 
_ She answered Tom with a smile, then rous- 
ing from her reverie, she said, “Our ocean is” 
for the nonce living up to Magellan’s good 
opinions and to the name the old navigator 
gave it so long ago.” 
