"Why, it's only Rowan's old Lily! It isn't a wreck at all! It was on the
beach this morning!"

The children stood looking blankly at the boat.

"There's something moving!"

There was something queer about the "wreck" after all!

Half-frightened, and hanging on to Toby's arm, Nancy peeped over into
the boat, and the next moment she shrieked in alarm, and something
sprang out of the locker and clung to her neck!

"Oh--h!" Nancy pulled at the clinging creature in terror, but Toby was
bent with laughter!

"Stop it, Nan! It's only a kitten!" he cried, as soon as he could speak.

It was true! A poor, shivering little tabby kitten was cuddling into
Nancy's neck, mewing with terror!

"Oh, the little darling!" she exclaimed. "How frightened it must have
been! I wonder whose kitten it is?"

[Illustration: "How frightened it must have been! I wonder whose kitten
it is?"]

"If we can't find out I should think we might keep it ourselves."

"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a kittie of our own?"