last. My uncle lives at Bailey's Harbor, on Little Duck Island."

"Does he?" asked Jimmy Toppan,--"What's his name?"

"Alfred Peabody."

"Is HE your uncle?" exclaimed the Captain. "I know his house,--up
there on the hill, aint it?"

"Yes, but he isn't there now. My aunt was there for a while, but
she went away, about two weeks ago. The house is closed, I
suppose."

Jimmy, who had been looking toward the shore, turned to the
Captain.

"This is Pingree's, isn't it, Captain?"

"Yessir; this is Pingree's Beach. Two of yer better go ashore an'
see old man Haskell. That's his shanty,--the one with the red
door. Ask him to let yer have a basket of clams. Tell him I sent
yer."

Pingree's Beach was a short strip of sand, bordered with eel-
grass. There were two small cottages, set above high-water mark,
three dories drawn up on the shore, and a heap of lobster-pots and
nets. Mr. Haskell could be seen moving in and out of his shanty.

Jimmy Toppan and Mr. Daddles went for the clams, after the latter
had changed his bathing-suit for a shirt, and a pair of duck