"Oh, I don't know," replied Donald. "Somebody probably dropped them
as they were going along."

"Undoubtedly," agreed Rand. "I don't believe that they grew here.
But who dropped them and how did they happen along here?"

"Ask Jack," suggested Donald, "he'll make a whole story out of it."

"They certainly are not common," went on Rand, "and people don't
usually carry them in their pockets. I'd like to know the history
of these and how they came here, but I don't suppose I ever shall.
But, speaking of curious things, what do you suppose Monkey Rae
was doing with that horse and wagon?"

"Driving them," drawled Pepper. "What do you think he was doing
with them, using them for an aeroplane?"

"No," returned Rand, "I thought maybe he was using them to dredge
for clams. But, speaking of clams, which would you sooner do or go
a-fishing?"

"Go a-fishing!" cried Donald and Pepper, starting off on a run down
the hill to the boat-house.

"Well," began Pepper as soon as they were fairly inside the house,
"didn't I hear somebody say breakfast?" at the same time starting
to get out of the locker the various utensils that the boys kept
at the house to cook with on their fishing trips.

"Hold on there, Pepper," remonstrated Donald, as Pepper continued