All she knows about it is, that her grandfather,—­old Kenneth, who cowers now all day in the chimney-corner,—­once, years ago when he was a young lad, went down upon the seashore after a great storm, hoping to help save something from the wreck of the “Goshawk,” that had gone ashore during the night; and there among the slippery seaweeds his foot had accidentally uncovered a clear, shining lump of amber, in which all these little creatures were embedded.  Now, Kenneth loved a pretty Highland lass; and, when she promised to be his bride, he brought her a necklace of amber beads.  He had carved them himself out of his lump of amber, working carefully to save in each bead the prettiest insect or moss, and thinking, while he toiled hour after hour, of the delight with which he should see his bride wear them.  That bride was Jeanie’s grandmother; and when she died last year, she said, “Let little Jeanie have my lamour beads, and keep them as long as she lives.”

But what puzzled Jeanie was, how the amber came to be on the seashore; and, most of all, how the bees and mosses came inside of it.  Should you like to know?  If you would, that is one of Mother Nature’s stories, and she will gladly tell it.  Hear what she answers to our questions:—­

“I remember a time, long, long before you were born,—­long, even, before any men were living upon the earth; then these Scotch Highlands, as you call them, where little Jeanie lives, were covered with forests.  There were oaks, poplars, beeches, and pines; and among them one kind of pine, tall and stately, from which a shining yellow gum flowed, just as you have seen little drops of sticky gum exude from our own pine-trees.  This beautiful yellow gum was fragrant; and, as the thousands of little insects fluttered about it in the warm sunshine, they were attracted by its pleasant odor,—­perhaps, too, by its taste,—­and once alighted upon it, they stuck fast, and could not get away; while the great yellow drops oozing out surrounded, and at last covered, them entirely.  So, too, wind-blown bits of moss, leaves, acorns, cones, and little sticks were soon securely imbedded in the fast-flowing gum; and, as time went by, it hardened and hardened more and more.  And this is amber.”

“That is well told, Mother Nature; but it does not explain how Kenneth’s lump of amber came to be on the seashore.”

“Wait, then, for the second part of the story.

“Did you ever hear that, in those very old times, the land sometimes sank down into the sea, even so deep that the water covered the very mountain-tops; and then, after ages, it was slowly lifted up again, to sink indeed, perhaps, yet again and again?

“You can hardly believe it, yet I myself was there to see; and I remember well when the great forests of the North of Scotland—­the oaks, the poplars, and the amber-pines—­were lowered into the deep sea.  There, lying at the bottom of the ocean, the wood and the gum hardened like stone, and only the great storms can disturb them as they lie half buried in the sand.  It was one of those great storms that brought Kenneth’s lump of amber to land.”