XII. 

 G-AY, SAD SCHEVENINGEN. 



When 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- 



