VOL. 37. No. 17. WEEKLY.DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.GEORGE E. COOK, EDITOR.APRIL 26, 1914.
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.
"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!
"Stop it, Nan! It's only a kitten!" he cried, as soon as he could speak.
It was true! A poor, shivering little tabby kitten was cuddling into Nancy's neck, mewing with terror!
"Oh, the little darling!" she exclaimed. "How frightened it must have been! I wonder whose kitten it is?"
"If we can't find out I should think we might keep it ourselves."
"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a kittie of our own?"
"I'm afraid we ought to ask a few people first," said Toby sadly. "There's old Rowan. Shall we go and tell him about the boat?"
Old Rowan was looking gloomily out to sea, and never noticed the twins till they stood before him.
"Please, Mr. Rowan," said Toby, "we've found your boat."
"Found my boat?" asked the old man absently.
"Yes, the Lily. She's out there among the rocks."
"Is she? Ay, she got adrift at high tide. I'd better go after her at once." But Rowan didn't seem much interested in his boat!
"Me—ew!" A furry ball suddenly sprang onto the fishermen's shoulder, purring delightedly!
"Hullo!" Rowan was now quite wide awake, and stared around him. "Where did you come from, Bunch?"
"We found her in the boat—do you know whose she is?" asked Nancy, and even Toby looked anxious....