Dragoncrest Cliffs It's my point of view

She was satisfied with her sister's approval taking the shell to place it upon the pile of sand. Do you t'ink maman will want to see w'en she comes 'ome? Because she was coming back, and when she did she would want to see the beautiful work her baby had done.

She turned her head now, waiting for the answer of her older sibling. Surely she would know when their maman planned to return home.

Her only worry was that these shells may be prettier than the one that she had left for her in the dirt. That one was special.