Title:  Dew Drops Vol. 37.  No. 17, April 26, 1914

Author:  Various

Release Date:  November 27, 2004 [EBook #14180]

Language:  English

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DEW DROPS

Vol. 37.  No. 17.  Weekly.

DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.

George E. Cook, editor.

April 26, 1914.

AMONG THE ROCKS

By Margaret E. Hays

The tide was low, and a dark line of rocks showed up clearly in the still water.

“I wonder what those rocks are really like,” said Toby rising slowly from his seat.

“It looks almost as if we could paddle out to them,” said his twin sister Nancy, as she pushed her red curls under her sun-bonnet.

“I vote we try!” exclaimed Toby, seizing her by the arm.  “We can go out a long way at low tide—­it’s all so flat.”

“I’m sure lots of ships must have been wrecked on the rocks,” added Nancy.  “Perhaps we shall find some treasure.”

The next moment they were hurrying off.

On and on they paddled, till the water was well above their knees.  Then a few minutes more, and Toby laid his hand on a rock.

“I don’t see any sign of wrecks!” said Nancy, looking about.

For a few minutes they stood, then Nancy caught sight of the boat.

“Oh, there’s the wreck!  Why, it’s only a little boat.”

“Of course it is!  What else did you think?  It’s really some life boat that has been put off from a wreck, and it may be full of treasures!”

Cautiously they worked their way to it, panting with excitement.  What were they about to discover?

“See,” said Toby breathlessly, “the anchor rope had broken and caught among the rocks!  I wonder we never saw the boat here at high tide—­it would be visible then!”

“I hope—­oh!” Nancy’s voice was full of disappointment.

“What?”

“Why, it’s only Rowan’s old Lily!  It isn’t a wreck at all!  It was on the beach this morning!”

The children stood looking blankly at the boat.

“There’s something moving!”

There was something queer about the “wreck” after all!

Half-frightened, and hanging on to Toby’s arm, Nancy peeped over into the boat, and the next moment she shrieked in alarm, and something sprang out of the locker and clung to her neck!

“Oh—­h!” Nancy pulled at the clinging creature in terror, but Toby was bent with laughter!