As Sylvia climbed over the sandy slope she saw
here and there a small green vine with glossy leaves and a tiny yellow
blossom, and resolved to gather a bunch to carry back to Mrs. Carleton.
"When I give them to her I'll have a chance to say that Mr. Doane has
the letter," she thought.
Wandering on in search of the flowers, she went further and further from
the fort, up one sand slope and clown another, almost forgetting her
search for Estralla, and finally deciding that it was time to go back to
Mrs. Carleton.
"Probably Estralla is there before this, and they will be looking for
me," she thought, and climbed another sandy slope, expecting to see the
houses and barracks directly in front of her. But she found herself
facing the open sea, and look which way she would there was only shore,
sand heaps and blue water.
But Sylvia was not at all alarmed. She was sure that all she had to do
was to follow the line of shore and she would soon be in sight of some
familiar place, so she started singing to herself as she walked on:
"De big bee flies high,
De little bee makes de honey,"
and hoping that Mrs. Carleton would not think that she had been careless
in losing her way.
It was rather difficult walking. Her feet slipped in the sand, and after
a little Sylvia decided not to follow the shore, but to climb back over
the sand-hills.
A cold wind was now blowing from the water, and she was glad of the
shelter of the stunted trees, and decided to rest for a little while.
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