For some distance their way lay along the bank of a long pond, pretty to look at and interesting as connected with old times and ways of life on the island.
Their hackmen told them that formerly large flocks of sheep were raised by the inhabitants, and this pond was one of the places where the sheep were brought at a certain time of year to be washed and shorn.

On arriving at their destination, they found a long stretch of sandy beach, with great thundering waves dashing upon it.
"Oh," cried Zoe and Betty, in delight, "it is like a bit of 'Sconset!" "Look away yonder," said Lulu; "isn't that a fisherman's cart ?" "Yes," replied her father.

"Suppose we go nearer and see what he is doing." "Oh, yes; do let us, papa!" cried Lulu, always ready to go everywhere and see everything.
"You may run on with Max and Grace," he said; "some of us will follow presently." He turned and offered his arm to Violet.

"It is heavy walking in this deep sand; let me help you." "Thank you; it is wearisome, and I am glad to have my husband's strong arm to lean upon," she answered, smiling sweetly up into his eyes as she accepted the offered aid.
The young girls and the children came running back to meet them.

"He's catching blue-fish," they announced; "he has a good many in his cart." "Now, watch him, Mamma Vi; you haven't had a chance to see just such fishing before," said Max.