CHAPTER XI A TEMPORARY FRIENDSHIP

The sun blazed down brilliantly on the Côte des Paysans, the particular _plage_—for Port St. Luc, with its undulating coastline, boasted several—which Shirley, together with Simon and Kit, usually selected for their morning dip in the briny. It was a magnificent bay—a wide expanse of firm, golden sand, backed by tall cliffs, stretching almost as far as eye could see. On one side it was sentinelled by a picturesque old château, which had been converted into a smart Russian restaurant, and which perched itself on an …