Above the train towered the high hills which gave Atlantic Highlands its
name.

On the heights, at a station called "Highlands," are two big
lighthouses.

The Highland light is as bright as ninety-five million candles, and on
a clear night can be seen flashing for many miles.

"Could we come down and see the light some night?" asked Russ, as his
father told him about it.

"Yes, I think so," was the answer. "But get ready now. We shall soon be
at Cousin Tom's place."

The train rumbled over a bridge across the Shrewsbury river, which flows
into Sandy Hook Bay, and then, after passing a few more stations, the
brakeman cried:

"Seaview! Seaview! All out for Seaview!"

"Oh, now we're at Cousin Tom's!" cried Rose. "Won't we have fun?"

"Lots!" agreed Russ.

"And don't forget about digging for gold!" added Laddie.

They got off the train, and Cousin Tom, who was waiting for them,
hurried up, all smiles. Behind him came his pretty wife.