London, Humphrey Milford: Oxford University Press, 1942. — 77 p.
Down on the sea-shore the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the sea is blue with little, frolicking, white-capped waves riding merrily in, to tumble head over heels on to the pebbly beach, and break themselves up into pools of foam, sending showers of salt sea-spray high into the air. What a delightful game it is to be sure!
Everything to-day seems bright and joyous, flocks of laughing Sea-Gulls are circling overhead, their snowy plumage showing dazzling white against the deep blue of the sky, and every now and then they plunge down with shrill cries into the sea, and bob up and down like corks on the water.
There are so many delightful things at the sea-side : so much to do, so much to see, and ling notes mingle with the loud ka-ka-ka of the excited gulls.
But now I am afraid we must spend no more time with the beautiful sea-birds — we must say "good-bye" to the sea. But I hope you have enjoyed the rambles we have had together over the shore, and all our little chats about the plants, the fish, the strange creatures, and the wild birds that belong to the wonderful Kingdom of the Sea.