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"Oh, Lord, yes!" Pete agreed "Often I hate it But that will go, too

Here they co up the beach They passed

Julia, who joined the procession, and turned toward the land Stretched

in a long line, they rode in on a big wave Billy and Pete leaped

forward Assisted by the athered

into a little group, talking a, sweeping lines; but they dried with arew hotter and hotter Their transient flash of aniradually stopped

Chiquita settled herself flat on the sand, the sunlight pouring like a

silver liquid into the blue-black masses of her hair, her narros,

her thick eyelashes Presently she fell asleep Clara leaned against a

low ledge of rock and spread her coppery mane across its surface It

dried almost immediately; she divided it into plaits and coils and wove

it into an elaborate structure Her fingers seemed to strike sparks from

it; it coruscated Julia lay on her side, eyes downcast, tracing with

one finger curious tangled patterns in the sand Her hair blew out and

covered her body as with a silken, honey-colored fabric; the lines of

her figure were lost in its abundance Peachy sat drooped over, her hand

supporting her chin and her knees supporting her elbows, her eyes fixed