XII. 
GAY, SAD SCHEVENINGEN. 
Wuen Dr. McLean again called, he found 
the party at the beach; upon joining them 
Undine was quick to spy a package of shells 
he brought. 
“These are for you, little Sea-Maiden,” he 
said, “and will whisper you runes from the 
north, for they came from Scheveningen upon 
the stormy North Sea.” 
“Oh, strange Scheveningen!” exclaimed 
Miss Bremely. “Do tell the children of that 
curious place.” 
So Dr. McLean told them of Schevenin- 
gen, where Holland steps down into the sea, 
where the sands pile themselves into dunes. 
Gay throughout the summer with the beautiful, 
the wealthy, the titled, and the crowned of 
Europe; beaten in winter by the wind-lashed, 
wraith-whispering, jOtun-vexed sea. 
He told of its independent, ingenious, and 
curiously isolated people; of their little village 
of black cottages over against their other vil- 
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