captivated madame, at which Sara appeared in the doorway, with her fine
Greek head, and rare smile, to give them greeting. Then Morton turned
from the fish-lines he was straightening, and looked his honest, quiet
pleasure, as different in manner from his twin-sister as a staid, slow
proud-stepping heron is different from a flitting, fluttering, flame-
winged oriole.

After madame's introductions, which were hardly necessary, as both
gentlemen at once recognized Sara (the younger one with an acceleration
of his heart-beats which rather surprised himself), the professor became
at once immersed in the mineralogical specimens, with Sara to answer his
questions.

His nephew plunged into an animated talk with Morton about blue-fishing,
and the blond lady divided her attentions between Molly and the baby,
whose merry little outbursts soon won the two would-be fishermen from
their discussion. Molly was just then giving an account of her school-
teacher, talking like a little steam-engine, all dimples, gestures, and
tossing curls.

"Why, he isn't anywhere near as good as Sara in books, and you can
tangle him up just like a salmon-line!" she cried. "It's lots of fun to
see him when we all get to asking questions faster'n he can think; but
then, he's awful good about the claws!"

"The what?" asked Glendenning. "Why, you see, when we girls catch a
lobster we always keep the claws in our desk, to pass around and suck
with our bread at lunch (don't you like lobster-claws? They're
splendid!), and he don't mind if we sometimes take 'em out in school-
hours. He says fish is good to make more brains, which we need, and when