Look sharp!" "Do stop a moment," answered Bob, just then busy at the base of a rock close by the pier, which was nearly awash with the incoming tide, "I've found such a jolly sea-anemone here.

Come and see it, please, Captain." "Are you sure it's not a weed ?" called back the old sailor a trifle impatiently.

"We can't waste any time on rubbish!" "Of course not; I should think I ought to know an anemone by now, sir!" cried Bob, rather indignant at being supposed capable of making such a mistake, albeit his knowledge on the subject, it must be confessed, was but slight and only lately acquired.

"It is coloured beautifully, and looks like a purple chrysanthemum." "By Jove!" exclaimed the Captain, forgetting the steamer and his fatigue alike as he hurried towards the spot where Bob was paddling in the water and Dick standing close by, bucket in hand.

"Why, it's the very thing I've been hunting for, missy, to set off your aquarium." "Mind you don't get your feet wet!" called out Mrs Gilmour, in great solicitude, as he went off in keen ardour to assist the boys in securing the prize, the good lady adding, as Nellie scampered after him, she contenting herself with remaining higher up on the shore: "Take care, my dearie! I don't want to have you laid up, with your father and mother coming down in a few days, when I want you to look your best." "Never fear, I'll take care of her and myself too!" sang out the Captain, who by this time, hopping from rock to rock, in which operation he was closely followed and imitated by the giggling Nellie behind him, had reached the boulder where Bob was.