A few questions brought the truth to light, and a general laugh put every one in good humor, when poor Boo mildly said, by way of explanation,-- "I fought I was helpin' Mrs.Dray, and I did want to see the dreen lob come out all red when she boiled him.

But I fordot, and I don't fink I'll ever find such a nice big one any more." "For our sakes, I hope you won't, my dear," said Mrs.Hammond, who had been nursing one of the sufferers.
"It's lucky we are going home to-morrow, or that child would be the death of himself and everybody else.

He is perfectly crazy about fish, and I've pulled him out of that old lobster-pot on the beach a dozen times," groaned Molly, much afflicted by the mishaps of her young charge.
There was a great breaking up next day, and the old omnibus went off to the station with Bacon hanging on behind, the bicycle boy and his iron whirligig atop, and heads popping out of all the windows for last good-byes.

Our party and the Hammonds were going by boat, and were all ready to start for the pier when Boo and little Harry were missing.
Molly, the maid, and both boys ran different ways to find them; and all sorts of dreadful suggestions were being made when shouts of laughter were heard from the beach, and the truants appeared, proudly dragging in Harry's little wagon a dead devil-fish, as the natives call that ugly thing which looks like a magnified tadpole--all head and no body.
"We've dot him!" called the innocents, tugging up their prize with such solemn satisfaction it was impossible to help laughing.
"I always wanted to tatch a whale, and this is a baby one, I fink.

A boy said, when they wanted to die they comed on the sand and did it, and we saw this one go dead just now.