Jack always
said he should be a sailor when he grew up.
No toy ever
pleased him so much as a boat, and he was constantly imitating the ways of
sailors, from dancing a hornpipe, down to floating about in a big round tub on
the little stream which ran at the end of the garden.
“Wouldn't it
be too lovely for words,” he said on one occasion when he was taking his
sisters for a voyage in his tub-ship, “if we could go in a real big boat, and
sail away across the sea?”
And that is
exactly what they did do! For one summer day, Father and Mother and the
children, Elsie, Doris and Jack, all went on board a big boat and steamed
across the channel to France for a long holiday.
Oh! What a
glorious time they had! What fun the bathing was, undressing in the little
rocky caves and running down the firm sand, and then tumbling into the water
with shouts of joy. Then afterwards they paddled and dug in the sands, and
searched for shells and seaweed, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves the whole
day long.
There was so
much to interest them, too, in the little French village, and they were
delighted with the quaint1
dresses of the peasants.
One girl
came to bring them fruit and vegetables, and the children thought how pretty
she looked in her snowy cap, coloured skirt and wooden shoes, as she lifted her
little sister to look for father's boat.
Jack, of
course, was just in his glory, and never tired of watching the fishing boats
sailing out to sea.
Sometimes he
went on the water himself, and soon learned to row, though the first time he
tried, his oar swung round and knocked him head over heels into the bottom of
the boat.
This, Father
explained, was called “catching a crab!”
Afterwards
they made a huge sandcastle, and Jackie sat at the top of it, singing: “I'm the
King of the Castle!” at the top of his voice.
Presently he
began to examine some shells and treasures which he had been collecting in his
pail, and was so intent2
on this, that he did not notice how quickly the tide had come in.
When he
looked up he found, somewhat to his horror, that he was quite surrounded by
water.
The castle
was soon washed away; but not before the “King” was rescued from his perilous
position.
Father waded out3, and
pick-a-backed him safely ashore.
That was the
little sailor's first adventure at sea!
The last
time for Jackie to sail his boat came all too soon for him, and the next day
the children found themselves back in old England once more.
But they
hope someday to return for another delightful holiday to the dear little French
fishing village where they spent such a pleasant time.
Notes:
1. quaint interesting or attractive with a slightly
strange and old-fashioned quality
2. intent concentrating on something hard
3. wade out to walk out of water or other liquid
that is not very deep
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