imagination. She knew a great deal of poetry--rather martial poetry--by heart; all of Horatius, for instance, which she said she usually recited to herself in the dentist's chair and from which she gained comfort.
They were walking up the wide steps to the bathing house as she spoke, and she stopped and bent down to examine a boy's bicycle--she was a connoisseur of bicycles.
They came in sight of the beach now--all set out with bright-colored umbrellas like gay poisonous mushrooms. It was the hour when the beach was given over to children.
Pearl was thinking that it looked very pretty, when once again she heard Antonia's clarion voice break out at her elbow.
"Hi, there, you kids! Leave that fort alone! It's mine!"
To be continued...
Go to The Priceless Pearl novel main page
The above article / story / poem is a copyright material and is published with the consent of the author. If you find any unauthorized content do let us know at
Chillzee is an entertainment website and all the content published here are for entertainment purpose only. Most of the content are fictional work and should be treated accordingly. Information on this website may contain errors or inaccuracies; we do not make warranty as to the correctness or reliability of the site's content. The views and comments expressed here are solely those of the author(s) in his/her (their) private capacity and do not in any way represent the views of the website and its management. We appreciate your high quality of listening to every point of view. Thank you.