CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
WRECKED.
"How's that, sure ?" asked Mrs Gilmour.

"It's early yet, for the sun's still overhead." "You forget, ma'am, our old friend up there is rather a late bird at this time of year," replied the Captain.

"He hasn't crossed the line yet, you know." "Well, then," argued the good lady, who was sitting at her ease on a pile of shawls and wraps, enjoying a second cup of tea which Nell had just poured out for her, "where's the hurry ?" "Oh, pray take your time, ma'am, I wouldn't like to hasten your movements for worlds, you look so comfortable!" said the old sailor satirically.

"Perhaps you'd allow me to mention, however, just in a friendly way, that it is now half-past five o'clock, and the steamer starts at six!" This made Mrs Gilmour jump up so suddenly that she spilt her tea, which made them laugh; and all set to work in a merry mood to collect their traps for the return journey, the good lady saying she would "never forgive the Captain" for not telling her the time before.
The coastguardsman had to shoulder the hamper when packed, as well as carry the empty water-jar; for, both Bob and Dick, whose respective burdens these had previously been, had rushed off soon after luncheon and when all interest in making a fire and boiling the kettle had ceased, down to the shore, where presently the truants were discovered.
They were wading in the sea, without their shoes and stockings, in high glee, and hunting amongst the rocks for anemones and corallines for the aquarium, having already nearly filled with specimens Nellie's useful little tin bucket, from which her poor nosegay had been ruthlessly removed.
"Hullo, you boys!" sang out the Captain on catching sight of them, after consulting his watch; "you'll have to come out of that at once.

Time's up, for the steamer will be due in another five minutes.