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The spring had gone; su all

her wealth of beauty over the scene The sea lay shi-boats flitted about the bay like

white-winged butterflies On the yellow sands the waves splashed

lazily; up on the cliffs the sea croed noisily, and the sea-gulls

sailed high in the air, and day after day Gwynne Ellis sought and found

some new scene of beauty to transfer to his portfolio Every day he

trudged away in thestrength and health, and bidding fair soon to rival Cardo in

his burly breadth of chest

And where was Cardo through all this summer weather? The duties of his

farement

and his father's careful eye all the as carried on regularly, and

he well knew that with every year, and with their inexpensive , and that there was no real reason

why he should work at all; but he was one of those to whom idleness was

intolerable True! he could lie on the sands with his hat over his

face for an hour so waves and the

call of the sea-birds; he could sail in his boat on the bay foridly in the breeze, while he with