When, however, this was done and the actinea put into their future home, the aquarium blossomed out into a garden of live flowers, whose tentacles of various colours resembled so many chrysanthemums, dahlias, and daisies, of the most gorgeous hues ever seen on Nature's palette! Of course, the actinea did not make themselves at home in their new lodgings and disclose their beauties all at once; but, in a few days, none of them having been hurt by Bob's knife, they seemed to have become acclimatised, putting out the petals of their flower-like bodies as freely as when in their native pools at Seaview.

So, too, did a beautiful rose and white dianthus, which Dick had picked up adhering to an ugly old oyster-shell; and, the even rarer anthea, whose long hanging filaments were never altogether withdrawn into its body when disturbed, as was the case with the other sea-anemones, and which were thus a constant source of alarm to Bob's little crabs; for, it was ever listlessly waving perilously near these nervous creatures, making them hurry out of their way in such frantic haste as their lateral conformation permitted.
It was a long job arranging the aquarium, engrossing the attention of all engaged and taking up the entire morning; aye, and all midday, too! "Good gracious me!" exclaimed Mrs Gilmour, coming into the room when they had just completed the task.

"What a long time you've been at it, to be sure! I believe I could have made an aquarium by now, let alone fit it up." "Ah, ma'am, `more haste, worse speed,'" retorted the old sailor.

"`Rome wasn't built in a day,' you know." "I thought you had enough of the Romans yesterday," said Mrs Gilmour, giving him this little cut in return for his brace of proverbs.

"But, come, Sarah, you must see about getting luncheon now.