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A LITTLE MAID OF PROVINCE TOWN

ByALICE TURNER CURTIS

Author OfA Little Maid of Massachusetts ColonyA Little Maid of Narragansett BayA Little Maid of Bunker HillA Little Maid of TiconderogaA Little Maid of Old ConnecticutA Little Maid of Old Philadelphia

Illustrated by Wuanita Smith

THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANYPhiladelphia

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COPYRIGHT1913 BYTHE PENNPUBLISHINGCOMPANY

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I. Anne Nelson 1 II. Anne Wins a Friend 14 III. Anne's Secret 27 IV. Anne and the Wolf 39 V. Scarlet Stockings 51 VI. Captured by Indians 62 VII. Out to Sea 73 VIII. On the Island 86 IX. The Castaways 97 X. Safe at Home 107 XI. Captain Enos's Secrets 119 XII. An Unexpected Journey 129 XIII. Anne Finds Her Father 143 XIV. A Candy Party 157 XV. A Spring Picnic 177 XVI. The May Party 186 XVII. The Sloop, "Peggy" 195

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ILLUSTRATIONS

 PAGEThe Creature Sprang to Its Feet 1A Blanket Fell Over Her Head 65She Worked Steadily 111"This Is From Boston" 162The Boat Began to Tip 194

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A Little Maid of Province Town

CHAPTER I

ANNE NELSON

"I don't know what I can do with you, I'm sure!" declared MistressStoddard, looking down at the small girl who stood on her door-step gazingwistfully up at her. 

"A man at the wharf said that you didn't have any little girls, " respondedthe child, "and so I thought----"

"'Twas Joe Starkweather told you, I'll be bound, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "Well, he's seven of his own to fend for. "

"Seven little girls?" said Anne Nelson, in an almost terror-strickenvoice, her dark eyes looking earnestly into the stern face that frowneddown upon her. "And what would become of them if their mother should die, and their father be lost at sea?"

"Sure enough. You have sense, child. But the Starkweathers are all boys. Well, come in. You can take your bundle to the loft and leave it, andwe'll see what I can find for you to do. How old are you?"

"Eight last March, " responded Anne. 

"Well, a child of eight isn't much use in a house, but maybe you can saveme steps. "

"Yes, indeed, Mistress Stoddard; I did a deal to help my father about thehouse. He said I could do as much as a woman. I can sweep out for you, andlay the table and wash the dishes, and bring in the wood and water, and----" there came a break in the little girl's voice, and the womanreached out a kindly hand and took the child's bundle. 

"Come in, " she said, and Anne instantly felt the tenderness of her voice. "We are poor enough, but you'll be welcome to food and shelter, child, till such time as some of your own kinsfolk send for thee. "

"I have no kinsfolk, " declared Anne; "my father told me that. "

"Come you in; you'll have a bed and a crust while I have them to giveyou, " declared the woman, and Anne Nelson went across the threshold and upto the bare loft, where she put her bundle down on a wooden stool andlooked about the room. 

There was but a narrow bed in the corner, covered with a patchwork quilt, and the wooden stool where Anne had put her bundle. The one narrow windowlooked off across the sandy cart tracks which served as a road toward theblue waters of Cape Cod Bay. It was early June, and the strong breath ofthe sea filled the rough little house, bringing with it the fragrance ofthe wild cherry blossoms and an odor of pine from the scrubby growths onthe low line of hills back of the little settlement. 

It was just a year ago, Anne remembered, as she unwrapped her bundle, thatshe and her father had sailed across the harbor from Ipswich, where hermother had died. 

"We will live here, at the very end of the world, where a man may think ashe pleases, " her father had said, and had moved their few householdpossessions into a three-roomed house near the shore. Then he had givenhis time to fishing, leaving Anne alone in the little house to do as shepleased. 

She was a quiet child, and found entertainment in building sand houses onthe beach, in wandering along the shore searching for bright shells andsmooth pebbles, and in doing such simple household tasks as her youthadmitted. A week before her appearance at Mrs. Stoddard's door, JohnNelson had gone out in his fishing-boat, and now he had been given up aslost. No sign of him had been seen by the other fishermen, and it wasgenerally believed by his neighbors that his sloop had foundered and thatJohn Nelson had perished. 

Some there were, however, who declared John Nelson to be a British spy, and hesitated not to say that he had sailed away to join some vessel ofthe British fleet with information as to the convenience of the harbor ofProvince Town, and with such other news as he had brought from Ipswich andthe settlements nearer Boston. For it was just before the war of theAmerican Revolution, when men were watched sharply and taken to taskspeedily for any lack of loyalty to the American colonies. And John Nelsonhad many a time declared that he believed England meant well by herAmerican possessions, --a statement which set many of his neighbors againsthim. 

"'Mean well, ' indeed!" Joseph Starkweather had replied to his neighbor'sremark. "When they have closed the port of Boston, so that no ship but theking's war-ships dare go in and out? Even our fishing-boats are closelywatched. Already the Boston people are beginning to need many things. Americans are not going to submit to feeding British soldiers while theirown men go hungry. "

But now Joseph Starkweather was the only man who interested himself in thelonely child. Day after day of that first week of her father's absenceAnne had stayed close to the little house, looking hopefully out acrossthe harbor for a sight of his boat; and day after day Joseph Starkweatherhad come lounging down the beach to speak with the child, to ask her whatshe had for breakfast, and if she slept safe and unafraid. 

"The meal is gone, " she told him one morning, "and I do not sleep now--Iwait and listen for my father;" and then it was that he told her she mustseek another home. 

"You are too young to stay alone, " he said; "pick up a bundle of yourclothes and go to Mrs. Stoddard on the hill. She hasn't a chick or childof her own. Like as not you'll be a blessing to her. " And Anne, used toobedience and sorrow, obeyed. 

There was nothing of much value in the small house, but on the day afterAnne's entrance as a member of the Stoddard family, Captain Stoddardloaded the poor sticks of furniture on a handcart, and pulled it throughthe sandy tracks to his cottage door. 

"It's the child of an English spy you're giving shelter to, " he had said, when Martha Stoddard had told him that Anne was to live with them, "andshe'll bring no luck to the house. " But his wife had made no response; thedark-eyed, elfish-looking child had already found a place in the woman'sheart. 

"I don't eat so very much, " Anne announced as Mrs. Stoddard gave her abowl of corn mush and milk when she came down-stairs. 

"You'll eat what you want in this house, child, " answered her new friend, and Anne ate hungrily. 

"Now come to the door, Anne, and I'll brush out this tangle of hair ofyours, " said Mrs. Stoddard; "and after this you must keep it brushed andbraided neatly. And bring down your other frock. I'll be doing somewashing this afternoon, and I venture to say your frock is in need ofit. "

The first few days in the Stoddard family seemed almost unreal to Anne. She no longer watched for her father's boat, she no longer wandered aboutthe beach, playing in the sand and hunting for shells. Her dresses werenot now the soiled and ragged covering which had served as frocks, butstout cotton gowns, made from a skirt of Mrs. Stoddard's, and covered witha serviceable apron. A sunbonnet of striped cotton covered the dark head, and Anne was as neat and well-dressed as the other children of thesettlement. To be sure her slender feet were bare and tanned, and hardenedby exposure; but there was not a child in the neighborhood who wore shoesuntil the frost came, and Mrs. Stoddard was already making plans forAnne's winter foot-gear. 

"I'll trade off something for some moccasins for the child before fall, "she had resolved; "some of the Chatham Indians will get down this way whenthe beach plums begin to ripen, and will be glad of molasses, if I amlucky enough to have it. "

For those were the days when the little coast settlements had but fewluxuries, and on Cape Cod the settlers were in fear of the British. Province Town was especially exposed, and at that time there were butthirty houses; and the people had no established communication with theoutside world. The sea was their thoroughfare, as a journey over the sandycountry from Province Town to Boston was almost impossible. News was along time in reaching the little settlement of fishermen. But they knewthat King George III had resolved to punish Boston for destroying hiscargoes of tea, and had made Salem the seat of government in the place ofBoston. War-ships from England hovered about the coast, and the childrenof Province Town were quick to recognize these unwelcome craft. 

"Mistress Stoddard, " said Anne one morning, when she had returned fromdriving the cow to the enclosed pasturage at some little distance from thehouse, "Jimmie Starkweather says there is a big ship off Race Point, andthat it is coming into harbor here. He says 'tis a British ship, and thatlike as not the men will land and burn down the houses and kill all thecows. " Anne looked at Mrs. Stoddard questioningly. 

"Nonsense!" responded the good woman. "Jimmie was but trying to make youafraid. 'Twas he sent thee running home last week in fear of a wolf thathe told you was prowling about. "

"But there is a ship, Mistress Stoddard. I went up the hill and looked, and 'tis coming along like a great white bird. "

"Like enough. The big ships go up toward Boston and Salem on every fairday. You know that well, child. "

"This seems a different kind, " persisted Anne; and at last Mrs. Stoddard'scuriosity was aroused, and with Anne close beside her she walked brisklyup to the hill and looked anxiously across the blue waters. 

"'Tis much nearer, now, " said Anne. "See, it's coming to--'twill anchor. "

"Sure enough, " answered Mrs. Stoddard. "Jimmie Starkweather is a wise lad. 'Tis a British man-of-war. Trouble is near at hand, child. "

"Will they kill our cow?" questioned Anne. "Jimmie said they would, andeat her, " and Anne's voice trembled; for the small brown cow was thenearest approach to a pet that the little girl had. It seemed a losshardly to be borne if "Brownie" was to be sacrificed. 

"It's like enough they will, " replied Mrs. Stoddard. "They'll be sendingtheir boats ashore and taking what they can see. Run back to the pasture, Anne, and drive Brownie down the further slope toward the salt-meadow. There's good feed for her beyond the wood there, and she'll not wander farbefore nightfall, and she will not be quickly seen there. "

Anne needed no urging. With another look toward the big ship, she fledback along the sandy road toward the pasture, and in a short time thebrown cow, much surprised and offended, was being driven at a run down thepasture slope, around the grove of scrubby maples to the little valleybeyond. 

Anne waited until Brownie had sufficiently recovered from her surprise tobegin feeding again, apparently well content with her new pasturage, andthen walked slowly back toward the harbor. The village seemed almostdeserted. The children were not playing about the boats; there was no onebringing water from the spring near the shore, and as Anne looked outtoward the harbor, she saw two more big ships coming swiftly towardanchorage. 

"Poor Brownie!" she said aloud, for if there was danger in one ship shewas sure that three meant that there was no hope for the gentle brown cowwhich she had just driven to a place of safety. 

Before night a boatload of British sailors had landed, filled theirwater-barrels at the spring, bought some young calves of JosephStarkweather and returned quietly to their ships. 

"They seem civil enough, " said Captain Stoddard that night as he talkedthe newcomers over with his wife. "They know we could make no standagainst them, but they treated Joseph Starkweather fairly enough. "

Anne listened eagerly. "Will they take Brownie?" she asked. 

"Indeed they won't if I can help it, " answered Mrs. Stoddard; "we'll notdrive the creature back and forth while the British are about. I can slipover the hill with a bucket and milk her night and morning. She's gentle, and there's no need of letting the pirates see how sleek and fat thecreature is. "

"And may I go with you, Mistress Stoddard?" asked Anne. 

"Of course, child, " answered Mrs. Stoddard, smilingly. 

After Anne had gone up to the loft to bed Captain Stoddard said slowly:"She seems a good child. "

"That she does, Enos. Good and careful of her clothes, and eager to be ofhelp to me. She saves me many a step. "

"'Tis John Nelson, they say, who has brought the Britishers into harbor, "responded Captain Enos slowly. "Joseph Starkweather swears that one of thesailors told him so when he bargained for the calves. "

"Anne's not to blame!" declared Mrs. Stoddard loyally, but there was anote of anxiety in her voice; "as you said yourself, Enos, she's a goodchild. "

"I'll not be keeping her if it proves true, " declared the man stubbornly. "True it is that they ask no military duty of any man in Province Town, but we're loyal folk just the same. We may have to barter with the Britishto save our poor lives, instead of turning guns on them as we should; butno man shall say that I took in a British spy's child and cared for it. "

"They'd but say you did a Christian deed at the most, " said his wife. "You're not a hard man, Enos. "

"I'll not harbor a traitor's child, " he insisted, and Mrs. Stoddard wentsorrowfully to bed and lay sleepless through the long night, trying tothink of some plan to keep Anne Nelson safe and well cared for untilpeaceful days should come again. 

And Anne, too, lay long awake, wondering what she could do to protect thelittle brown cow which now rested so securely on the further side of thehill. 

CHAPTER II

ANNE WINS A FRIEND

"Come, Anne, " called Mrs. Stoddard at so early an hour the next morningthat the June sun was just showing itself above the eastern horizon. 

"Yes, Mistress Stoddard, " answered the little girl promptly, and in a fewminutes she came down the steep stairs from the loft. 

"It is early to call you, child, " said the good woman kindly, "but thecaptain has made an early start for the fishing grounds, and I liked notto leave you alone in the house in these troublous times; and so eat yourporridge and we'll go and milk Brownie. "

Anne hastened to obey; and in a few moments the two were making their wayup the slope through the fragrant bayberry bushes, and breathing in thesweet morning air. No one else seemed astir in the little settlement. Nowand then a flutter of some wild bird would betray that they had steppednear some low-nesting bird; and the air was full of the morning songs andchirrupings of robins, red-winged blackbirds, song sparrows, and of manysea-loving birds which built their nests among the sand-hills, but foundtheir food upon the shore. 

Anne noticed all these things as they walked along, but her thoughts werechiefly occupied with other things. There was one question she longed toask Mrs. Stoddard, yet almost feared to ask. As they reached the summit ofthe hill and turned for a look at the beautiful harbor she gained courageand spoke:

"Mistress Stoddard, will you please to tell me what a 'spy' is?"

"A spy? and why do you wish to know, Anne?" responded her friend; "who hasbeen talking to you of spies?"

"Is it an ill-seeming word?" questioned the child anxiously. "The Carychildren did call it after me yesterday when I went to the spring. "

"Did they that!" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard angrily, "and what reply did youmake, Anne?"

The little girl shook her head. "I said nothing. I knew not what theymight mean. Does it mean an orphan child, Mistress Stoddard?" and thelittle girl lifted her dark eyes appealingly. 

"I will tell you its meaning, Anne, and then you will see that it hasnaught to do with little girls. A 'spy' is like this: Suppose some oneshould wish to know if I kept my house in order, and what I gave thecaptain for dinner, and could not find out, and so she came to you andsaid, 'Anne Nelson, if you will tell me about the Stoddard household, andopen the door that I may come in and see for myself, I will give thee ashilling and a packet of sweets'; then, if you should agree to thebargain, then you could be called a spy. "

"But I would not do such a thing!" declared Anne, a little flash ofresentment in her dark eyes. "Do the Cary children think me like that? Iwill throw water on them when next we meet at the spring--aye, and sand. "

"Nay, Anne, " reproved Mrs. Stoddard, but she was not ill-pleased at thechild's spirit. "Then you would be as bad as they. It does not matter whatthey may say; that is neither here nor there. If you be an honest-thinkingchild and do well they cannot work harm against you. "

As they talked they had walked on and now heard a low "Moo!" from behind abunch of wild cherry trees. 

"There's Brownie!" exclaimed Anne, "but I do wish she would not 'moo' likethat, Mistress Stoddard. The British might hear her if they come up thisfar from shore. "

"'Tis only to remind me that it is time she was milked, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "You can play about here, child, till I have finished. "

Anne did not wander far. There was something else she wished to know, andwhen the bucket was filled with foamy, fragrant milk, of which Mrs. Stoddard bade the child drink, she said:

"'Tis near a month since my father went. The Cary children also calledafter me that my father was a 'traitor'; is that an ill-seeming word?"

"The little oafs!" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard, "and what else did they say?"

"'Twill not make you dislike me, Mistress Stoddard?" questioned the child. "I honestly do not know why they should so beset me. But they called me'beggar' as well, whatever that may be; though I'm sure I am not it, if itbe an ill-seeming word. "

Mrs. Stoddard had set down her milking-pail; Brownie was quietly feedingnear by; there was no one to see, and she put her arm about the littlegirl and drew her near. It was the first outward show of tenderness thatshe had made toward the child, and as Anne felt the kindly pressure of herarm and looked up into the tender eyes her own face brightened. 

"We'll sit here for a bit and rest, child, " said Mrs. Stoddard, "and besure I think only well of you. Thou art a dear child, and I will not haveaught harm thee or make thee unhappy. "

Anne drew a long breath, and snuggled closely to her good friend's side. Agreat load was lifted from her sad little heart, for since she had come toProvince Town she could remember but few kindly words, and to haveMistress Stoddard treat her with such loving kindness was happinessindeed. For a moment she forgot the taunts of the Cary children, and satsilent and smiling, her head resting against Mrs. Stoddard's shoulder. There was a peaceful little silence between the two, and then Anne spoke. 

"I would wish to know what 'traitor' might mean, Mistress Stoddard?"

"Very like to 'spy, '" answered Mrs. Stoddard. "The children meant thatyour father had told the British that they could find good harbor andprovisions here. That, like a spy, he had opened the door of a friend'shouse for silver. "

Anne sprang from the arm that had encircled her, her cheeks flushed andher eyes blazing. "Now!" she declared, "I _will_ throw water upon themwhen I go to the spring! All that the bucket will hold I will splash uponthem, " and she made a fierce movement as if casting buckets full of wrathupon her enemies, "and sand!" she continued; "while they are wet with thewater I will throw sand upon them. 'Tis worse to say things of my fatherthan of me. "

"Come here, child, " said Mrs. Stoddard; "we will not let words like theCary children speak trouble us. And you will remember, Anne, that I shallbe ill-pleased if I hear of water-throwing at the spring. Come, now, we'llbe going toward home. "

Anne made no response, but walked quietly on beside her companion. Whenthey reached the hilltop they paused again before going down the slopetoward home. 

"Look, Anne! Are not the fishing-boats all at anchor? What means it thatthe men are not about their fishing? We'd best hurry. "

Captain Enos met them at the door. He gave Anne no word of greeting, butsaid to his wife, "The British tell us to keep ashore. They'll have nofishing. They know full well how easy 'tis for a good sloop to carry newsup the harbor. They are well posted as to how such things are done. "

"But what can we do if we cannot fish?" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard. "'Tiswell known that this sandy point is no place for gardens. We can scarceraise vegetables enough to know what they mean. And as for corn and wheat, every grain of them worth counting has to be bought from the othersettlements and paid for in fish. If we do not fish how shall we eat?"

The captain shook his head. "Go about your play, child, " he said, turningtoward Anne, and the little girl walked slowly away toward a bunch ofscrubby pine trees near which she had established a playhouse. She hadbuilt a cupboard of smooth chips, and here were gathered the shells shehad brought from the beach, a wooden doll which her father had made her, and the pieces of a broken earthenware plate. 

She took the doll from its narrow shelf and regarded it closely. Herfather had made it with no small skill. Its round head was covered withcurls carved in the soft wood; its eyes were colored with paint, and itsmouth was red. The body was more clumsily made, but the arms and legs hadjoints, and the doll could sit up as erect as its small mistress. It woreone garment made of blue and white checked cotton. It was the only toyAnne Nelson had ever possessed, and it had seemed more her own because shehad kept it in the little playhouse under the pines. 

"Now, you can go up to the house and live with me, " she said happily, "andnow you shall have a truly name. You shall be Martha Nelson now. I know myfather would want you to be called Martha, if he knew that Mrs. Stoddardput her arm around me and called me a 'dear child, '" and Anne smiled atthe remembrance. 

She did not speak of her father before the Stoddards, but she could nothave explained the reason for her silence. She had wondered much abouthim, and often watched the harbor yearningly, thinking that after all theold sloop might come sailing back, bringing the slender, silent man whohad always smiled upon her, and praised her, and had told her that someday she should have a Maltese kitten, and a garden with blossoming treesand smooth paths. Anne did not forget him, and now as she regarded herwooden doll a great longing for a sight of his dear face made her forgeteverything, and she leaned her head against a little pine and criedsilently. But as she cried the remembrance of the taunts of the Carychildren came into her thoughts, and she dried her eyes. 

"'Tis near the hour when they go to the spring, " she said, laying the dollcarefully back in its former resting place. "I will but walk that way thatthey may not think me afraid of their ill-seeming words, " and with herdark head more erect than usual, Anne made her way down the path, herbrown feet sinking ankle-deep in the warm sand at every step. 

The Cary children, a boy and a girl, both somewhat Anne's seniors, werealready filling their buckets at the spring. Jimmie Starkweather wasthere, and a number of younger children ran shouting up and down thelittle stream which flowed from the spring across the road. 

As Anne came near, Jimmie Starkweather called out: "Oh, Anne Nelson! TheIndians from Truro are camping at Shankpainter's Pond. I've been overthere, near enough to see them at work, this morning. My father saysthey'll be gone as soon as they see the British vessels. We'll not havetime to buy moccasins if they go so quickly. "

Anne's eyes rested for a moment upon Jimmie, but she did not speak. Shecould hear the Carys whispering as they dipped their buckets in thespring, and as she came nearer, their voices rose loudly: "Daughter of aspy! Beggar-child! Beggar-child!"

But their taunts vanished in splutterings and pleas for mercy; for attheir first word Anne had sprung upon them like a young tiger. She hadwrenched the bucket of water from the astonished boy and flung it in hisface with such energy that he had toppled over backward, soused andwhimpering; then she had turned upon his sister, sending handful afterhandful of sand into the face of that astonished child, until she fledfrom her, wailing for mercy. 

But Anne pursued her relentlessly, and Captain Enos Stoddard, making hismournful way toward the shore, could hardly believe his own senses when helooked upon the scene--the Cary boy prostrate and humble, while hissister, pursued by Anne, prayed for Anne to stop the deluge of sand thatseemed to fill the air about her. 

"I'll not be called ill-seeming names!" shrieked Anne. "If thou sayest'traitor' or 'spy' to me again I will do worse things to you!"

Captain Stoddard stood still for a moment. Then a slow smile crept overhis weather-beaten face. "Anne!" he called, and at the sound of his voicethe child stopped instantly. "Come here, " he said, and she approachedslowly with hanging head. "Give me your hand, child, " he said kindly, andthe little girl slipped her slender fingers into the big rough hand. 

"So, Jimmie Starkweather, you'll stand by and see my little girl put upon, will you!" he exclaimed angrily. "I thought better than that of yourfather's son, to stand by and let a small girl be taunted with what shecannot help. It speaks ill for you. "

"I had no time, sir, " answered the boy sulkily; "she was upon them both ina second, " and Jimmie's face brightened; "it was fine, sir, the way shesent yon lubber over, " and he pointed a scornful finger toward the Caryboy, who was now slinking after his sister. 

"Here, you Cary boy!" called the captain, "come back here and heed what Isay to you. If I know of your opening your mouth with such talk again tomy girl here, " and he nodded toward Anne, "I'll deal with you myself. Solook out for yourself. "

"I'll see he keeps a civil tongue, sir, " volunteered Jimmie, and CaptainEnos nodded approvingly. 

"Now, Anne, we'd best step up home, " said the captain. "I expect MistressStoddard will not be pleased at this. "

Anne clung close to the big hand but said no word. 

"I am not angry, child, " went on the captain. "I like your spirit. I donot believe in being put upon. "

"But Mistress Stoddard told me I was not to throw water and sand, "responded Anne, "and I forgot her commands. I fear she will not like menow, " and remorseful tears dropped over the flushed little cheeks. 

"There, there! Do not cry, Anne, " comforted the captain; "I will tell herall about it. She will not blame you. You are my little girl now, andthose Cary oafs will not dare open their mouths to plague you. "

Mrs. Stoddard, looking toward the shore, could hardly credit what shesaw--the captain, who but yesterday had declared that Anne should not stayunder his roof, leading the child tenderly and smiling upon her!

"Heaven be thanked!" she murmured. "Enos has come to his senses. There'llbe no more trouble about Anne staying. "

CHAPTER III

ANNE'S SECRET

Mrs. Stoddard said nothing to Anne of the trouble at the spring, and whenAnne would have explained her part in it, her friend said quickly:"Captain Enos is not displeased with you, Anne. He thinks the Carychildren not well taught at home, and says for you not to play with them, "so that Anne had gone happily back to her playhouse, and told "Martha"that there was no one so good as Mistress and Captain Stoddard, "except mydear father, " the little girl had added loyally. 

"Now, Martha, you must be a good and quiet child, " she advised, "for afterthis you will live in the house with me. You can come out here to playwith me, but every night you are to sleep in my bed; and it may be, Mistress Stoddard will let you rest in the kitchen now and then, and youmay go with me over the pasture hill to see Brownie. "

The big British ships lay quietly at anchor for several days. The men cameashore in boat-loads, washed their clothes at the spring, bought suchprovisions as the little settlement could offer, and wandered about theshore. The citizens treated them not uncivilly, for since the men ofProvince Town were unable to make any resistance to those they felt to betheir country's foes, they knew it to be best to be silent and accept theauthority they had not the strength to defy. So the fishing-boats swung atanchor in the harbor, and the men lingered about the landing, or fishedfor plaice fish and sole from their dories near shore. 

"We'll be poor indeed when frost comes, " complained Mrs. Stoddard; "mymolasses keg is near empty now, and the meal barrel not half full. Ifthose Britishers do not soon leave the harbor so that the men can get backto the fishing, this place will know hunger, for our larder is no poorerthan our neighbors'. "

"Yes, " agreed Captain Enos, "the whole coast is feeling the king'sdispleasure because we will not pay him taxes to fill his pockets, andmake slaves of us. I wish we had some news of our Boston friends. TheFreemans are well to do, but with Boston beset on all sides with Britishsoldiers they may be hard pressed. "

"'Twill come to worse yet, be sure, " predicted Mrs. Stoddard gloomily. 

It was but a few days after this when with joyful songs the Britishsailors made ready to sail, and on a bright July morning the vessels, taking advantage of a fair wind, bent their sails and skimmed away up thecoast. 

"They are bound for Boston, " declared Captain Enos, "and 'Tis soon enoughthey'll be back again. The Boston folk will not let them come to anchor, I'll be bound. "

Hardly had the ships got under headway before the fishermen were rowingout to their sailboats, and soon the little fleet was under sail bound offRace Point toward the fishing grounds. 

"Now, Anne, you had best go after Brownie and bring her back to her oldpasture. I like not the long tramp morning and night to milk thecreature, " said Mrs. Stoddard, and she watched Anne, with the wooden dollclasped in her arm, go obediently off on her errand. 

A little smile crept over her face as she stood in the doorway. "CaptainEnos would like well that Anne be called Anne Stoddard, " she said aloud;"he begins to recall good traits in her father, and to think no otherchild in the settlement has the spirit that our girl has. And I am wellpleased that it is so, " she concluded with a little sigh, "for there willbe poor days ahead for us to bear, and had the captain not changed hismind about Anne I should indeed have had hard work to manage, " and sheturned back to her simple household tasks. 

Anne went slowly up the sandy slope, stopping here and there to see if thebeach plums showed any signs of ripening, and turning now and then to seeif she could pick out Captain Enos's sail among the boats going swiftlyout toward the open sea. 

As she came in sight of the little grove of maples her quick eyes saw aman moving among them. Brownie was quietly feeding, evidently undisturbed. Anne stopped, holding Martha very tightly, her eyes fixed upon the movingfigure. She was not afraid, but she wondered who it was, for she thoughtthat every man in the settlement had gone to the fishing grounds. As shelooked, something familiar in the man's movements sent her running towardthe grove. 

"It is my father. I know it is my father, " she whispered to herself. Asshe came down the slope the man evidently saw her, for he came out fromthe wood a little as if waiting for her. 

"Anne, Anne!" he exclaimed, as she came near, and in a moment his arm wasaround her and he was clasping her close. 

"Come back in the wood, dear child, " he said. "And you have not forgottenyour father?"

Anne smiled up at him happily. "I could never do that, " she responded. "See, here is my doll. Her name is Martha Stoddard Nelson. "

"An excellent name, " declared the man smilingly. "How neat and rosy youlook, Anne! You look as if you had fared well. Be they kind to you?"

"Oh, yes, father. They say now that I am their little girl. But I am not, "and Anne shook her head smilingly. "I am my own father's little girl;though I like them well, " she added. 

The two were seated on a grassy hummock where no eye could see them; butfrom time to time John Nelson looked about furtively as if expecting someone to appear. 

"You are not a 'traitor' or a 'spy, ' are you, father?" questioned thechild. "When the Cary children did say so I chased them from the spring, and Captain Enos said I did well. But I did think you lost at sea, father!"

The man shook his head. "Try and remember what I tell you, child, that youmay know your father for an honest man. The day I left harbor on myfishing trip I was run down by one of those British vessels. The sloopsank, and they threw me a rope and pulled me on board. It was rare sportfor their sailors to see me struggle for my very life. " The man stoppedand his face grew very grave and stern. "Then they said they were cominginto Cape Cod Harbor, and that I should be their pilot. They said theywould make a good bonfire of the shanties of the settlement. And then, child, I misled them. I laughed and said, ''Tis a settlement of goodRoyalists if ever there was one. ' They would scarce believe me. But theycame into harbor, and when the men proved civil and refused them nothing, then they credited what I said. But they told me they were bound forDorchester Harbor, and there they would make a good English soldier of me. I said nothing, but this morning, in the confusion of making sail, Islipped overboard and swam ashore, bound that I would have a look at mygirl and know her safe and well. "

"And now, father, shall we go back and live in the little house by theshore? Mistress Stoddard has kept our things safely, and she has taught memany useful things, " said Anne proudly. 

"No, child. For me to stay in this settlement would bring trouble upon it. Those ships will return here, and if I were found among the men here, then, indeed, would their anger be great. They must think me drowned, elsethey would indeed make a bonfire of every house along the shore. "

"But what will you do, father? You must stay with me now. "

"No, dear child. I must make my way up the cape to the settlements andjoin the Americans. My eyes are opened: 'Tis right that they shouldprotect their homes. I will have some information for them, and I nolonger have any place here. The Stoddards are good to you, Anne? They taskthee not beyond thy strength? and they speak pleasantly to thee?"

"They are ever kind, father; they do smile on me, and Captain Enos doesalways give me the best piece of fish at table; and he told the Carychildren that I was his little girl, and that I was not to be plagued. Buthe is not my own father, " answered Anne, "and if you must go up the cape Iwill go with you. The nights are warm and pleasant, and I shall like wellto sleep out-of-doors with the stars shining down on us. And if you gowith the Americans I will go too. They will not mind one little girl!"

Her father smoothed the dark hair tenderly and smiled at the eager, upturned face. 

"You love me, Anne, and I'll not forget that I have a dear, brave daughterwaiting for me. I'll be the braver and the better man remembering. But youcannot go with me. I shall be scant fed and footsore for many a long day, and I will not let you bear any hardship I can keep from you. It will be ajoy to me to know you safe with Mistress Stoddard; and if I live theyshall be repaid for all they do for you. They are indeed kind to you?" heagain questioned anxiously. 

"They are indeed, " responded Anne, seriously. 

"Now I must begin my journey, Anne. And do not say that you have seen me. Keep in your heart all I have told you. I shall come for you when I can. But you are to be happy and not think of me as in danger. A brave man isalways quite safe, and I wish you to believe that your father is a braveman, Anne. "

"Am I not to tell Mistress Stoddard?"

"Tell no one, Anne. Remember. Promise me that when they speak of me asdrowned you will say no word!"

"I will not speak, father. But if they do say 'traitor' or 'spy' I am notto bear it. Captain Enos said I need not. "

A little smile came over the man's face and he nodded silently. Then hekissed his little daughter and again promising that it should not be longbefore he would come for her, he turned and made his way through the wood, and soon Anne could no longer see him. 

For a long time the little girl sat silent and sorrowful where he had lefther. She had forgotten all about the little brown cow; her wooden doll layneglected on the grass beside her. But after a little she remembered theerrand on which she had been sent, and, picking Martha up, started off todrive Brownie back to the pasture near home. 

Anne was so quiet that day that at night Mrs. Stoddard questioned heranxiously. "Have those Cary children been saying hateful words to youagain, child?" she asked. 

"No, I have not been to the spring, " answered Anne. 

"Has Jimmie Starkweather been telling thee more foolish tales of a bigwolf that comes prowling about at night?" continued Mrs. Stoddard. 

"Oh, no, Mistress Stoddard. And indeed I do not think Jimmie Starkweatherwould frighten me. You know his father has seen the wolf. 'Twas nearBlackwater Pond. "

"Then, child, I fear you are ill. Your face is flushed and you left yourporridge untasted. Would you like it better if I put a spoonful ofmolasses over it?"

Anne nodded soberly. Molasses was not to be refused, even if she must livewithout her brave father; and so she ate her porridge, and Mrs. Stoddardpatted her on the shoulder, and told her that the beach-plums would soonbe ripening and then she should have a pie, sweet and crusty. And if thecaptain did well at the fishing, and the British ships kept theirdistance, she should have some barley sugar, a great treat in those days. 

"We'll be getting you some sort of foot-gear before long, too, " promisedMrs. Stoddard. "I have enough wool yarn in the house to knit you a goodpair of warm stockings. 'Tis an ugly gray; I wish I could plan some sortof dye for it to make it a prettier color. "

"But I like gray, " said Anne. "Last winter my feet were cold, and achedwith the chilblains. My father knew not how to get stockings for me, andcut down his own, but they were hard to wear. "

"I should say so!" said Mrs. Stoddard; "a man is a poor manager when itcomes to fending for children's clothes. 'Tis well I am provided with somewarm garments. When the frost comes you shall learn to knit, Anne; and ifwe be in good fortune you shall do a sampler, " and Anne, comforted andsomewhat consoled by all these pleasant plans for her future happiness, went to sleep that night with the wooden doll closely clasped in her arms, wishing her father might know how good Mistress Stoddard was to her. 

CHAPTER IV

ANNE AND THE WOLF

"A pie of beach-plums, sweet and crusty, " Anne repeated to herself thenext day as she carried Martha out to the playhouse, and rearranged herbits of crockery, and looked off across the harbor. 

"I do wish they would ripen speedily, " she said aloud. "Indeed those Itasted of yesterday had a pleasant flavor, and I am sure Mistress Stoddardwould be well pleased if I could bring home enough for a pie. I will takethe small brown basket and follow the upper path, for the plum bushes growthickly there, " and Martha was carefully settled in her accustomed place, and Anne ran to the house for the brown basket, and in a few moments wasfollowing a sandy path which led toward the salt meadows. 

She stopped often to pick the yellowing beach-plums, and now and thentasted one hopefully, expecting to find the sweet pungent flavor which thechildren so well loved, but only once or twice did she discover any signof ripeness. 

"I'll cross the upper marsh, " she decided; "'Tis not so shaded there, andthe sun lies warm till late in the day, and the plums are sure to besweeter. I hope my father finds many to eat along his journey. I wish Ihad told him that it was best for me to go with him. We could have madelittle fires at night and cooked a fish, and, with berries to eat, itwould not have been unpleasant. "

The July sun beat warmly down, but a little breath of air from the seamoved steadily across the marshes filled with many pleasant odors. Hereand there big bunches of marsh rosemary made spots of soft violet upon thebrown grass, and now and then little flocks of sand-peeps rose from theground and fluttered noisily away. But there was a pleasant midsummerstillness in the air, and by the time Anne had crossed the marsh andreached the shade of a low-growing oak tree she began to feel tired andcontent to rest a time before continuing her search for ripe beach-plums. 

"I wish I had put Martha in the basket, " she thought as she leanedcomfortably back against the scrubby trunk of the little tree; "then Icould have something to talk to. " But she had not much time to regret herplaymate, for in a second her eyes had closed and she was fast asleep. There was a movement in the bushes behind her, a breaking of twigs, a softfall of padded feet, but she did not awaken. 

A big animal with a soft, gray coat of fur, with sharp nose and earsalertly pointed, came out from the woods, sniffed the soft air cautiously, and turned his head warily toward the oak tree. The creature was evidentlynot alarmed at what he saw there, for he approached the sleeping childgently, made a noiseless circle about her, and then settled down at herfeet, much as a big dog might have done. His nose rested upon his paws andhis sharp eyes were upon the sleeping child. 

In a little while Anne awoke. She had dreamed that Jimmie Starkweather hadled a beautiful, big gray animal to Mistress Stoddard's door, and told herthat it was a wolf that he had tamed; so when she opened her eyes and sawthe animal so near her she did not jump with surprise, but she saidsoftly, "Wolf!"

The creature sprang to its feet at the sound of her voice, and moved off afew paces, and then turned and looked over its shoulder at Anne. 

"Wolf!" Anne repeated, brushing her hair from her eyes and pulling hersunbonnet over her head. Then she reached out for the plum basket, andstood up. Still the animal had not moved. 

"I do believe it is tame, " thought Anne, and she made a step toward hervisitor, but the gray wolf no longer hesitated, and with a bound it wasoff on a run across the marsh, and soon disappeared behind a clump ofbushes. 

"I wish it had stayed, " Anne said aloud, for there had been nothing tomake her afraid of wild creatures, and Jimmie's stories of a big wolfranging about the outskirts of the settlement had not suggested to herthat a wolf was anything which would do her harm, and she continued hersearch for beach-plums, her mind filled with the thought of many pleasantthings. 

"I do think, Mistress Stoddard, that I have plums enough for a pie, " sheexclaimed, as she reached the kitchen door and held up her basket forMistress Stoddard's inspection. 

"'Twill take a good measure of molasses, I fear, " declared Mrs. Stoddard, "but you shall have the pie, dear child. 'Twill please Captain Enosmightily to have a pie for his supper when he gets in from the fishing;and I'll tell him 'twas Anne who gathered the plums, " and she noddedsmilingly at the little girl. 

"And what think you has happened at the spring this morning?" she went on, taking the basket from Anne, who followed her into the neat littlekitchen. "Jimmie Starkweather and his father near captured a big graywolf. The creature walked up to the spring to drink as meek as a calf, andMr. Starkweather ran for his axe to kill it, but 'twas off in a second. "

"But why should he kill it?" exclaimed Anne. "I'm sure 'Tis a good wolf. 'twas no harm for it to drink from the spring. "

"But a wolf is a dangerous beast, " replied Mrs. Stoddard; "the men-folkwill take some way to capture it. "

Anne felt the tears very near her eyes. To her, the gray wolf had notseemed dangerous. It had looked kindly upon her, and she had alreadyresolved that if it ever were possible she would like to stroke its softfur. 

"Couldn't the wolf be tamed?" she questioned. "I went to sleep near themarsh this morning and dreamed that Jimmie Starkweather had a tame wolf. "But for some reason, which Anne herself could not have explained, she didnot tell her good friend of the wild creature which had come so near toher when she slept, and toward whom she had so friendly a feeling, andMrs. Stoddard, busy with her preparations for pie-making, did not speakfurther of the wolf. 

There was a good catch of fish that day, and Captain Enos came homesmiling and well pleased. 

"If we could hope that the British ships would keep out of harbor we couldlook forward to some comfort, " he said, "but Starkweather had news from anIpswich fisherman that the 'Somerset' was cruising down the cape, and likeas not she'll anchor off the village some morning. And from what we hear, her sailors find it good sport to lay hands on what they see. "

The appearance of the beach-plum pie, warm from the oven, turned thecaptain's thoughts to more pleasant subjects. "'Tis a clever child to findripe beach-plums in July, " he said, as he cut Anne a liberal piece, "and abit of tartness gives it an excellent flavor. Well, well, it is surely apleasant thing to have a little maid in the house, " and he nodded kindlytoward Anne. 

After supper when Anne had gone up to her little chamber under the eaves, and Captain Enos and Mrs. Stoddard were sitting upon their front door-stepenjoying the cool of the evening, Captain Enos said:

"Martha, Anne calls you Mistress Stoddard, does she not?"

"Always, " answered his wife. "She is a most thoughtful and respectfulchild. Never does she speak of thee, Enos, except to say 'Captain. ' Shehas been in the house for over two months now, and I see no fault inher. "

"A quick temper, " responded Captain Enos, but his tone was not that of aperson who had discovered a fault. Indeed he smiled as he spoke, remembering the flight of the Cary children. 

"I would like well to have the little maid feel that we were pleased withher, " continued the captain slowly. "If she felt like calling me 'Father'and you 'Mother, ' I should see no harm in it, and perhaps 'twould be wellto have her name put on the town records as bearing our name, AnneStoddard?" and Captain Enos regarded his wife questioningly. 

"It is what I have been wishing for, Enos!" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard, "butmaybe 'twere better for the child to call us 'Uncle' and 'Aunt. ' She doesnot yet forget her own father, you see, and she might feel 'twere notright to give another his name. "

Captain Enos nodded approvingly. "A good and loyal heart she has, I know, "he answered, "and 'twill be better indeed not to puzzle the little maid. We'll be 'Uncle' and 'Aunt' to her then, Martha; and as for her name onthe town records, perhaps we'll let the matter rest till Anne is oldenough to choose for herself. If the British keep on harrying us it maywell be that we fisherfolk will have to go further up the coast forsafety. "

"And desert Province Town?" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard, "the place where yourfather and mine, Enos, were born and died, and their fathers before them. No--we'll not search for safety at such a price. I doubt if I could livein those shut-in places such as I hear the upper landings are. "

Captain Enos chuckled approvingly. "I knew well what you would say tothat, Martha, " he replied, "and now we must get our sleep, for the tideserves early to-morrow morning, and I must make the best of these gooddays. "

"Captain Enos was well pleased with the pie, Anne, " said Mrs. Stoddard thenext morning, as the little girl stood beside her, carefully wiping theheavy ironware. [1] "And what does thee think! The captain loves thee sowell, child, that it would please him to have thee call him Uncle Enos. That is kind of him, is it not, Anne?" and Mistress Stoddard smiled downat the eager little face at her elbow. 

"It is indeed, Mistress Stoddard, " replied Anne happily; "shall I beginto-night?"

"Yes, child, and I shall like it well if you call me 'Aunt'; 'twill seemnearer than 'Mistress Stoddard, ' and you are same as our own child now. "

Anne's dark eyes looked up earnestly into Mistress Stoddard's kind face. "But I am my father's little girl, too, " she said. 

"Of course you are, " answered her friend. "Captain Enos and I are notasking you to forget your father, child. No doubt he did his best for you, but you are to care for us, too. "

"But I do, Aunt Martha; I love you well, " said Anne, so naturally thatMrs. Stoddard stopped her work long enough to give her a kiss and to say, "There, child, now we are all settled. 'twill please your Uncle Enoswell. "

As soon as the few dishes were set away Anne wandered down the hill towardthe spring. She no longer feared the Cary children, and she hoped to seesome of the Starkweather family and hear more of the gray wolf, and at thespring she found Jimmie with two wooden buckets filled and ready for himto carry home to his waiting mother. 

"You missed the great sight yesterday, Anne, " he said, as she approachedthe spring. "What think you! A wolf as big as a calf walked boldly up anddrank, right where I stand. "

"'twas not as big as a calf, " declared Anne; "and why should you seek tokill a wild creature who wants but a drink? 'Tis not a bad wolf. "

Jimmie looked at her in surprise, his gray eyes widening and shining inwonder. "All wolves are bad, " he declared. "This same gray wolf walked offwith Widow Bett's plumpest hen and devoured it before her very eyes. "

"Well, the poor creature was hungry. We eat plump hens, when we can getthem, " answered Anne. 

Jimmie laughed good-naturedly. "Wait till you see the beast, Anne, " heanswered. "Its eyes shine like black water, and its teeth show likepointed rocks. You'd not stand up for it so boldly if you had but seenit. "

Anne made no answer; she was not even tempted to tell Jimmie that she hadseen the animal, had been almost within arm's reach of it. 

"I must be going, " she said, "but do not harm the wolf, Jimmie, " and shelooked at the boy pleadingly; "perhaps it knows no better than to takefood when it is hungry. "

"I'd like its skin for a coat, " the boy answered, "but 'Tis a wise beastand knows well how to take care of itself. It's miles away by this time, "and picking up the buckets he started toward home, and Anne turned awayfrom the spring and walked toward the little pasture where Brownie fed insafety. 

She stopped to speak to the little brown cow and to give her a handful oftender grass, and then wandered down the slope and along the edge of themarsh. 

"Maybe 'twill come again, " she thought, as she reached the little oak treeand sat down where she had slept the day before. "Perhaps if I sit verystill it will come out again. I'm sure 'Tis not an unfriendly beast. "

The little girl sat very still; she did not feel sleepy or tired, and herdark eyes scanned the marsh hopefully, but as the summer morning driftedtoward noon she began to realize that her watch was in vain. 

"I s'pose Jimmie Starkweather was right, and the gray wolf is miles away, "she thought, as she decided that she must leave the shadow of the oak andhurry toward home so that Aunt Martha would not be anxious about her. 

"I wish the wolf knew I liked him, " the little girl said aloud, as sheturned her face toward home. "I would not chase him away from the spring, and I would not want his gray fur for a coat, " and Anne's face was verysober, as she sent a lingering look along the thick-growing woods thatbordered the marsh. She often thought of the wolf, but she never saw itagain. 

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CHAPTER V

SCARLET STOCKINGS

"Good news from Truro, Captain Enos, " said Joseph Starkweather, onemorning in August, as the two neighbors met at the boat landing. "There'llbe good hope for American freedom if all our settlements show as much witand courage. "

"And what have Truro men done?" demanded Captain Enos. "They are mostly ofthe same blood as our Province Town folks, and would naturally be of somewit. "

Joseph Starkweather's eyes brightened and twinkled at his neighbor'sanswer. 

"'twas the sand-hills helped them, " he answered. "You know the littlevalleys between the row of sand-hills near the shore? Well, the Britishfleet made anchorage off there some days since, and the Truro men had nomind for them to land and spy out how few there were. So they gathered inone of those little valleys and, carrying smooth poles to look likemuskets, they marched out in regular file like soldiers over thesand-hill; then down they went through the opposite depression and aroundthe hill and back, and then up they came again, constantly marching; andthe British, who could be seen getting boats ready to land, thought betterof it. They believed that an immense force of American soldiers hadassembled, and the ships hoisted sail and made off. 'twas good work. "

"Indeed it was, " responded Captain Enos. "I could wish that we of thissettlement were not so at the mercy of the British. Our harbor is toogood. It draws them like a magnet. I do think three thousand ships mightfind safe anchorage here, " and Captain Enos turned an admiring look outacross the beautiful harbor. 

"Have you any news of John Nelson?" questioned Joseph Starkweather. 

"How could there be news of a man whose boat sunk under him well off RacePoint in a southerly gale?" responded Captain Stoddard. 

Joseph approached a step nearer his companion and said: "He was on one ofthe British ships, Enos; he was seen there, and now news comes by way of aNewburyport fisherman that 'twas no fault of John Nelson's. The Britishersran down his boat and took him on board their ship, and the news goes thatwhen the fleet anchored off here Nelson escaped; swam ashore in the night, the story goes, and made his way to Wellfleet and joined the Americans atDorchester who are ready to resist the British if need be. "

Captain Enos's face brightened as he listened. "That is indeed good news!"he said. "I am glad for our little maid's sake that her father is known tobe a loyal man. But 'Tis strange he did not seek to see Anne, " hecontinued thoughtfully. 

"John Nelson loved the little maid well, " declared Joseph Starkweather. "He had but poor luck here, but he did his best. The Newburyport man tellsthat the British are in great anger at his escape, and vow that thesettlement here shall pay well for it when they make harbor here again. "

"We have no arms to defend the harbor. 'Tis hard work to rest quiet here, "said Captain Enos; "but it is great news to know that our little maid'sfather is a loyal man. We like the child well. "

"'twas I sent Anne to your house, Enos, " responded Joseph. "My own is sofull that I dared not ask Mistress Starkweather to take the child in; andI knew your wife for a kind-hearted woman. "

"It was a good thought, Joseph, " responded the captain, "and Anne seemswell content with us. She has her playhouse under the trees, and amusesherself without making trouble. She is a helpful little maid, too, savingMistress Stoddard many a step. I must be going toward home. There was anexcellent chowder planned for my dinner, and Martha will rejoice at thenews from Truro, " and the captain hurried toward home. 

Half-way up the hill he saw Anne, coming to meet him. "Uncle Enos! UncleEnos!" she called, "Brownie is lost! Indeed she is. All the morning have Igone up and down the pasture, calling her name and looking everywhere forher, and she is not to be found. "

"Well, well!" responded Captain Enos; "'Tis sure the Britishers have notstolen her, for there is not one of their craft in sight. The cow isprobably feeding somewhere about; we'll find her safe in some goodpasturage. Is the chowder steaming hot and waiting?"

"Yes, Uncle Enos, " replied Anne, slipping her hand into the captain's, "but Aunt Martha is greatly concerned about Brownie. She fears the Indiansmay have driven her off. "

"We'll cruise about a little after dinner, " answered the captain. "I don'tlike to think that the Indians would show themselves unfriendly just now, "and his pleasant face grew stern and serious. 

But his appetite for the chowder was excellent, and when he started out tosearch for Brownie he was sure that he would find her near the marsh orperhaps in the maple grove further on, where the cattle sometimeswandered. 

"Now, Anne, I have an errand for you to do, " said Mrs. Stoddard, as thecaptain started on his search. "I've just remembered that the Starkweatherchildren had good stockings last year of crimson yarn. Now it may be thatMrs. Starkweather has more on hand, and that I could exchange my gray, asshe has stout boys to wear gray stockings, for her scarlet yarn; and thenwe'll take up some stockings for you. "

Anne's face brightened. "I should well like some scarlet stockings, " shesaid. 

"I mean you to be warmly clad come frost, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "Now seethat you do the errand well. Ask Mrs. Starkweather, first of all, if shebe in good health. It is not seemly to be too earnest in asking a favor. Then say that Mistress Stoddard has enough excellent gray yarn for twopair of long stockings, and that she would take it as a kindness ifMistress Starkweather would take it in exchange for scarlet yarn. "

"Yes, Aunt Martha, I will surely remember, " and Anne started off happily. 

As she passed the spring a shrill voice called her name, and she turned tosee Amanda Cary, half hidden behind a small savin. 

"Come and play, " called Amanda. "I am not angry if you did chase me. Mymother says you knew no better!"

Anne listened in amazement. Knew no better! Had not Captain Enos approvedof her defense of herself, and were not the Cary children the first tobegin trouble with her! So Anne shook her head and walked sedately on. 

"Come and play, " repeated the shrill voice. "My brother and JimmieStarkweather are gone looking for our cow, and I have no one to playwith. "

"Is your cow lost, too?" exclaimed Anne, quite forgetting Amanda'sunkindness in this common ill-fortune. 

Amanda now came out from behind the savin tree; a small, thin-faced child, with light eyes, sandy hair and freckles. 

"Yes, and we think the Indians have driven them off. For theStarkweathers' cow is not to be found. 'twill be a sad loss, my mothersays; for it will leave but three cows in the town. "

"But they may be found, " insisted Anne. "My Uncle Enos has gone now tolook for Brownie. "

"'Uncle Enos'!" repeated Amanda scornfully. "He's not your uncle. You area waif. My mother said so, and waifs do not have uncles or fathers oranybody. "

"I am no waif, for I have a father, and my Uncle Enos will tell yourmother not to say such words of me!" declared Anne boldly, but she felt alump in her throat and wished very much that she had not stopped to talkwith Amanda. 

"I don't see why you get angry so quick, " said Amanda. "You get angry ateverything. I'd just as soon play with you, if you are a waif. "

"I wouldn't play with you anyway, " said Anne; "I have an errand to do, andif I had not I would rather never play than play with such a hateful, ill-speaking child as you are, " and Anne hurried on her way toward theStarkweathers' low-built, weather-beaten house near the shore. 

"I shall be glad indeed to get rid of some of my scarlet yarn, " declaredMrs. Starkweather, "and you can take home a skein or two of it and tellMistress Stoddard that her little girl does an errand very prettily. Icould wish my boys were as well-mannered. "

Anne smiled, well pleased at the pleasant words. 

"Uncle Enos says there is no better boy than Jimmie, " she responded. "Hesays he is a smart and honest lad, --a 'real Starkweather, ' he calls him, "she responded. 

"Does he so?" and the woman's thin face flushed with pleasure at thispraise of her eldest son. "Well, we do prize Jimmie, and 'Tis good news toknow him well thought of, and you are a kindly little maid to speak suchpleasant words. Mistress Stoddard is lucky indeed to have you. "

"I call her Aunt Martha now, " said Anne, feeling that Mrs. Starkweatherwas nearly as kind as Mrs. Stoddard, and quite forgetting the trouble ofBrownie's loss or of Amanda's teasing in the good woman's pleasantness. 

"That is well, " replied Mrs. Starkweather. "You will bring her muchhappiness, I can well see. I could wish you had come to me, child, whenyour father went; but the Stoddards can do better for you. "

"Should I have called you 'Aunt'?" Anne asked a little wistfully. 

"Indeed you should, and you may now if Mistress Stoddard be willing. Sayto her that I'd like well to be Aunt Starkweather to her little maid. "

So Anne, with her bundle of scarlet yarn, started toward home, muchhappier than when she had rapped at Mrs. Starkweather's door. 

Amanda was still sitting at the spring. "Anne, " she called shrilly, "may Igo up to your house and play with you?"

Anne shook her head, and without a backward look at the child by thespring kept on her way toward home. She had much to tell her Aunt Martha, who listened, well pleased at her neighbor's kind words. 

"And Amanda Cary said that their cow was lost, and the Starkweathers' cow, too. Amos Cary and Jimmie are off searching for them now, and do fear theIndians have driven them off, " said Anne. 

"'twill be bad fortune indeed if that be true, " replied Mrs. Stoddard, "for we are not as well provisioned for the winter as usual, and it wouldbe a worrisome thing to have the Indians bothering us on shore and theBritish to fear at sea. But I'll take up your stockings to-day, Anne. Theyarn is a handsome color, and well spun. "

"I think I will not leave Martha at the playhouse after this, " said Annethoughtfully; "something might happen to her. "

Mrs. Stoddard nodded approvingly, and Anne brought the wooden doll in. 

"Like as not your Uncle Enos will make you a wooden chair for the dollwhen the evenings get longer, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "He's clever with hisknife, and 'twill give him something to busy his hands with. I'll call hisattention to the doll. "

"My!" exclaimed Anne, "I do think an aunt and uncle are nice to have. Anda father is too, " she added quickly, for she could not bear that any oneshould think that she had forgotten her own father. 

"Yes, indeed, child; and there's good news of your own father. He was onthe British ship and escaped and made his way to Wellfleet to join theAmerican soldiers. "

"Oh, Aunt Martha!" and the little girl sprang up from her little stool andgrasped her good friend's gown with eager hands, and then told her thestory of her father's visit. "But I could not tell it before, " she said. 

"Indeed you are a loyal little maid, " replied Mrs. Stoddard approvingly, "and you must always keep a promise, but see to it that you promisenothing quickly. I think the better of John Nelson that he took great riskto make sure his little daughter was safe and well cared for. The captainwill think it good news, too. "

"My father will come back some day, " declared Anne, and Mrs. Stoddardagreed cheerfully. 

"To be sure he will, " she said, "but do not think of that too much, dearchild. See, I have the stitches all cast on, and your scarlet stockingsare really begun. "

CHAPTER VI

CAPTURED BY INDIANS

The more Anne thought about Brownie the more fearful she became that someharm had befallen the pretty brown cow. 

"Her foot may have caught in those twisted roots on the hill, " thought thelittle girl, "or perhaps the Indians have fastened her in the woods. I dobelieve I could find her, and save Uncle Enos the trouble, " and the moreAnne thought of it the more eager she became to search for Brownie; and, on the day that the scarlet stockings were begun, Anne resolved to walk upthe hill and look about for the missing cow. 

As she trudged along she thought of many things, of the gray wolf, whichhad disappeared completely, having probably made its way up the cape tobetter hunting grounds; and she thought a great deal about her father, andof the day he had come to tell her of his safety. But Anne did not thinkmuch about the Indians. The cape settlements had been on friendly termswith the Chatham Indians for some time, and the people of Province Townwere more in peril from the freebooters of the sea than from Indians. 

Anne had climbed the hill, passed the grove of scrubby pines, and stoodlooking across the sand-dunes toward the open sea. She had lookedcarefully for Brownie, but there was no trace of her. But Anne was surethat, at the edge of the pine woods, some creature had been near her. Shehad lived out-of-doors so much that her ears were quick to distinguish anysound. At first she had wondered if it might not be the wolf, and, as shestood looking across the sand, she almost hoped that it might be. "PerhapsI could tame it and have it live at our house, " she thought, and thenremembered what Aunt Martha had said: that it would be a hard winter, "andwolves eat a good deal, I suppose, " decided Anne, "so 'twill not be wiseto tame it. "

Had she looked behind her she would not have felt so secure. An Indianwoman had been following Anne, and was now within arm's reach of her. AndAnne had just come to her decision in regard to the wolf, when a blanketfell over her head, was quickly twisted about her, and she felt herselflifted from the ground. Then she heard a chatter of voices in a strangetongue, and realized that she was being carried away from the pine woods. She tried to free herself from the blanket, and tried to call out; but shecould not move, and her voice made only a muffled sound. She heard a laughfrom the squaw who was carrying her so easily, and in a moment feltherself dropped on the soft sand, and held down firmly for a moment. Thenshe lay quietly. She knew, though she could not see, that a canoe wasbeing launched. There was talk among a number of people near her, and thenshe was lifted and put into the canoe, and again firmly held by a strongarm. Then came the smooth dip of paddles, and Anne knew that she was beingtaken away from home, and she felt the tears on her cheeks. She did nottry to scream again, for there had been a rough twist of the blanket abouther head when she cried out before, and she was held too firmly tostruggle. She could hear the guttural voices of the Indians, and, afterwhat seemed a long time, she realized that her captors were making alanding. She was again dropped on sand, and now the blanket was unwoundand Anne stood up. She found herself facing three Indian women. Two ofthem frowned at her, but the younger smiled and nodded, and patted Anne'sshoulder. 

[Illustration: A BLANKET FELL OVER HER HEAD]

The two elder squaws began to talk rapidly, but the one who stood besideAnne remained silent. The canoe was lifted from the beach by the two, asthey talked, and carried up toward the rough pasture-land. Anne'scompanion took her by the hand and led her after the others. 

"I want to go right home, " Anne announced. "You must take me right back toCaptain Stoddard's. " The young squaw shook her head, still smiling, andAnne realized that her companion could not understand what she said. Thelittle girl stopped short, and then the smile faded from the squaw's face;she gave her an ugly twitch forward, and when Anne still refused to move astinging blow on the cheek followed. Anne began to cry bitterly. She wasnow thoroughly frightened, and began to wonder what would become of her. 

The squaws hid the canoe carefully, covering it up with vines and brush, and then started along the shore. Anne and her companion now kept close tothe other two. And the three squaws talked together. Now and then theywould stop, and shading their eyes with one hand, look seaward as ifwatching for some expected boat, but none appeared. Anne's bare feet beganto ache. She believed they would be blistered, but the women paid noattention to her. Anne knew that they were very near the Truro beach. Shecould see the big waves dashing up in a long curving line, and as theycame round a high cliff of sand they came suddenly upon a big fishing-boatdrawn up on the beach. Two sailors stood by it. In an instant the squawshad turned to flee, dragging Anne with them. But she screamed, and threwherself down on the sand. The sailors came running toward them, and theIndian women fled. 

"It's a white child, " exclaimed one of the men, picking Anne up, andwiping her face with a big soft handkerchief. "What were they doing withyou, child?" And leaning against his friendly arm, Anne told her story, and showed her bruised feet. 

"'Tis lucky for you we put ashore, " said the man. "We'll take you home, little maid, safe and sound. "

"You are not from Province Town?" Anne ventured to ask, looking up intothe kind blue eyes. 

"We are good English sailors, my girl, " the other man answered herquestion, "and we borrowed this boat from a settler up shore to get fishfor His Majesty's ship 'Somerset'; but we'll take you safe home, neverfear. "

The blue-eyed man lifted Anne into the boat, and the two men were soonpulling strongly at the oars. 

"'Tis a stiff pull to Province Town, but the tide's with us, William, "said the last speaker. 

Anne sat very quiet. She was wondering if Aunt Martha had missed her, andif Uncle Enos would blame her for having wandered to the outer beach. Shelooked up to see the sailor whom his companion called "William" smiling ather. 

"Do not be afraid, " he said kindly; "the folks at home will be glad to seeyou, and you'll not be scolded. "

Anne tried to smile back. She wanted to ask him if he had any little girlsof his own; but she remembered that he was an Englishman, and decided thatit was best not to say anything. 

"Can you walk across the pasture if we set you ashore near here?" askedthe sailor, when they had reached the smooth beach near where Anne hadbeen seized by the Indians. "You'll not be troubled again, and we cannotwell round the point to-night. "

"I can get home from here. I see the pine woods, " Anne agreed, and the menran the boat well up on the beach, and William lifted her out. 

"'Tis hard for those tender feet, " he said, "but be quick as you can. Myname is William Trull, if your folks ask who 'twas that fetched you home, and my mate's name here is Richard Jones. "

"Thank you; my name is Anne Nelson, " Anne replied. 

She turned back and waved her hand to them when she had reached the landabove the shore, and saw them push off their boat and row away. It wasvery hard now to walk over the rough ground, and Anne felt very tired andunhappy. She kept steadily on, and was soon in sight of home. MistressStoddard and Captain Enos were both standing in the doorway lookinganxiously toward her. 

"Well, well, Anne, and do you think you should stay away like this? Andwhat has become of your sunbonnet?" questioned Mrs. Stoddard. 

"Indians!" wailed Anne. "Indian women, Aunt Martha! They carried me off, "and, with Mrs. Stoddard's arm about her, and Captain Enos listening inangry amazement, Anne told the story of her adventure. 

"'twas an evil thing!" declared the captain. "I'm thankful the Englishsailors were on shore. I'll remember their names. "

Mrs. Stoddard bathed the tired feet, and Anne was quite hungry enough torelish the hot corn bread, even though she had no milk to drink with it. 

"We must be careful about letting the child wander about alone, " CaptainEnos said, after Anne was safe in bed that night. "'Twould be ill-fortuneindeed if harm befell her. "

"I'll keep her more at home, " replied Mrs. Stoddard. "She is to beginknitting now, and that will give her amusement indoors. "

"'Tis said that English soldiers are coming into Boston by land and sea, "said Captain Enos. "We Province Town people are exempt from militaryservice, but we are loyal to the American forces, and some of us think thetime is near when we must let you women stay here by yourselves, " andCaptain Enos looked at his wife questioningly. 

"We'd do our best, Enos, be sure of that, " she answered bravely, "and I'dhave Anne for company, if you're needed in Boston. "

"If we stood any chance of getting there, " complained Captain Enos, "without the Britishers making us prisoners. No boat gets by them, I'mtold. "

"Talk no more of it to-night, Enos. Mayhap things may be settled soon, andthese unhappy days well over, " and Mistress Stoddard stepped to the doorand looked out on the peaceful little settlement. "We have great cause torejoice this night that our little maid is safe at home, " she said. 

"I'll make a good search for Brownie to-morrow, " declared Captain Enos, "but I fear now that the Indians have her. "

The good couple decided that it would be best to say as little of Anne'sadventure as possible, and to tell her not to talk of it to herplaymates. 

"I'll caution the mothers, " said Mrs. Stoddard, "but 'Tis no use for ourlittle people to frighten themselves by wondering about Indians. Maybethey will not come near us again, and they'll not dare to make anothermistake. " So but little was made of Anne's escape from the squaws, although the children now stayed at home more closely, and Anne did notoften stray far from Aunt Martha. 

CHAPTER VII

OUT TO SEA

Captain Enos and the boys returned without having found any trace of themissing cattle, and the villagers felt it to be a loss hardly to be bornethat three of their six cows should have disappeared. The men went abouttheir fishing even more soberly than before, and the women and childrenmourned loudly. 

Amanda Cary waited at the spring each day for Anne's appearance. Sometimesthe two little girls did not speak, and again Amanda would make someeffort to win Anne's notice. 

"Your father is a soldier, " she declared one morning, and when Anne noddedsmilingly, Amanda ventured a step nearer. "You may come up to my house andsee my white kittens if you want to, " she said. 

There could be no greater temptation to Anne than this. To have a kittenof her own had been one of her dearest wishes, and to see and play withtwo white kittens, even Amanda's kittens, was a joy not lightly to begiven up. But Anne shook her head, and Amanda, surprised and sulky, wentslowly back toward home. 

The next morning, as Anne went toward the spring, she met Amanda coming upthe hill, carrying a white kitten in her arms. 

"I was just going up to your house, " said Amanda. "I was bringing up thiswhite kitten to give to you. "

"Oh, Amanda!" exclaimed Anne, quite forgetting her old dislike of thelittle girl, and reaching out eager hands for the kitten which Amanda gaveto her. 

"My mother said that we could not afford to keep two kittens, " Amandaexplained, "and I thought right off that I would give one to you. "

"Thank you, Amanda, " and then Anne's face grew sober, "but maybe my AuntMartha will not want me to keep it, " she said. 

"I guess she will, " ventured Amanda. "I will go with you and find out, andif she be not pleased I'll find some one to take it. "

The two little girls trudged silently along over the sandy path. Annecarried the kitten very carefully, and Amanda watched her companionanxiously. 

"If Mistress Stoddard says that you may keep the kitten may I stay andplay a little while?" she asked as they came near the Stoddard house. 

"Yes, " answered Anne, "you may stay anyway, and I will show you myplayhouse. "

Amanda's thin freckled face brightened. "If she won't let you keep thekitten you may come over to my house every day and play with mine, " shesaid; and almost hoped that Mistress Stoddard would not want the littlewhite cat, for Amanda was anxious for a playmate, and Anne was nearer herage than any of the little girls of the settlement. 

Mrs. Stoddard was nearly as much pleased with the kitten as Anne herself, and Amanda was told that she was a good little girl, her past unkindnesswas forgotten, and the two children, taking the kitten with them, went outto the playhouse under the pines. Amanda was allowed to hold the woodendoll, and they played very happily together until disturbed by a loudnoise near the shore, then they ran down the little slope to see what washappening. 

"It's Brownie!" exclaimed Anne. 

"And our cow and the Starkweathers', " declared Amanda. "Where do yousuppose they found them?"

Jimmie Starkweather drove Brownie up to the little barn, and Mrs. Stoddardcame running out to welcome the wanderer. 

"Where did they come from, Jimmie?" she questioned. 

"A Truro man has just driven them over, " explained Jimmie; "he found themin his pasture, and thinks the Indians dared not kill them or drive themfurther. "

"It's good fortune to get them back, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "Now you willhave milk for your white kitten, Anne. Since the English sailors rescuedyou from the Indians, they've not been about so much. "

The kitten was almost forgotten in petting and feeding Brownie, and Amandalooked on wonderingly to see Anne bring in bunches of tender grass for thelittle brown cow to eat. 

"I cannot get near to our cow, " she said; "she shakes her horns at me, andsniffs, and I dare not feed her, " but she resolved to herself that shewould try and make friends with the black and white animal of which shehad always been afraid. 

"Come again, Amanda, " said Anne, when Amanda said that she must go home, and the little visitor started off happily toward home, resolving that shewould bring over her white kitten the very next day, and wondering if herown father could not make her a doll such as Anne Nelson had. 

"Thee must not forget thy knitting, Anne, " cautioned Mrs. Stoddard, asAnne came in from a visit to Brownie, holding the white kitten in herarms; "'twill not be so many weeks now before the frost will be upon us, and I must see to it that your uncle's stockings are ready, and that youhave mittens; so you must do your best to help on the stockings, " and Mrs. Stoddard handed the girl the big ball of scarlet yarn and the stockingjust begun on the shining steel needles. 

"Remember, it is knit one and seam, " she said. "You can sit in the opendoorway, child, and when you have knit round eight times we will call thystint finished for the morning. This afternoon we must go for cranberries. We will be needing all we can gather before the frost comes. "

Anne put the kitten down on the floor and took the stocking, eyeing thescarlet yarn admiringly. She sat down in the open doorway and began herstint, her mind filled with happy thoughts. To have Amanda speak well ofher dear father, to know that Brownie was safe in the barn, to possess awhite kitten of her own, and, above all, to be knitting herself a pair ofscarlet stockings made Anne feel that the world was a very kind andfriendly place. The white kitten looked at the moving ball of yarncuriously, and now and then made little springs toward it, greatly toAnne's amusement, but in a few moments she found that her progress wasslow, and the white kitten was sent off the broad step to play by itselfon the sandy path. 

From time to time Mrs. Stoddard would come to look at Anne's knitting, andto praise the smoothness of the work. 

"Your uncle says you are to have stout leather shoes, " she said. "ElderHaven tells me that there will be six weeks' school this autumn and it begood news. "

"Shall I go to school, Aunt Martha?" questioned Anne, looking up from herknitting. 

Mrs. Stoddard nodded, smiling down at the eager little face. "Indeed youwill. 'twill be the best of changes for you. Like as not Elder Haven willteach thee to write. "

"I know my letters and can spell small words, " said Anne. 

"I'll teach thee to read if time allows, " answered Mrs. Stoddard. "YourUncle Enos has a fine book of large print; 'Pilgrim's Progress' it'snamed, and 'Tis of interest. We will begin on it for a lesson. "

That afternoon found Anne and Mrs. Stoddard busily picking cranberries onthe bog beyond the maple grove. Jimmie Starkweather and Amos Cary werealso picking there, and before the afternoon finished, Amanda appeared. She came near Anne to pick and soon asked if Anne was to go to ElderHaven's school. 

"Yes, indeed, " answered Anne, "and maybe I shall be taught writing, andthen I can send a letter, if chance offers, to my father. "

"You are always talking and thinking about your father, " responded Amanda;"if he should want you to leave the Stoddards I suppose you would go in aminute. "

Anne's face grew thoughtful. Never had she been so happy and well caredfor as at the Stoddards'; to go to her father would perhaps mean that shewould go hungry and half-clad as in the old days, but she remembered herfather's loneliness, how he had always tried to do all that he could forher, and she replied slowly, "I guess my father might need me more thanAunt Martha and Uncle Enos. They have each other, and my father has onlyme. "

Amanda asked no more questions, but she kept very close to Anne andwatched her with a new interest. 

"I wish I could read, " she said, as, their baskets well filled, the twogirls walked toward home. "I don't even know my letters. "

"I can teach you those, " said Anne eagerly. "I can teach you just as mydear father did me. We used to go out on the beach in front of our houseand he would mark out the letters in the sand and tell me their names, andthen I would mark them out. Sometimes we would make letters as long as Iam tall. Would you like me to teach you?"

"Yes, indeed. Let's go down to the shore now, " urged Amanda. 

"We'd best leave our berries safely at home, " replied Anne, who did notforget her adventure with the Indian squaws and was now very careful notto go too far from the settlement, and so it was decided that they shouldhurry home and leave their baskets and meet on the smooth sandy beach nearAnne's old home. 

Anne was the first to reach the place. She brought with her two longsmooth sticks and had already traced out an enormous A when Amandaappeared. 

"This is 'A, '" she called out. "'A' is for Anne, and for Amanda. "

"I know I can remember that, " said Amanda, "and I can make it, too. "

It was not long before a long row of huge letters were shaped along thebeach, and when Amos came down he looked at them wonderingly. 

"Amos, can you spell my name?" asked his sister. 

"Of course I can!" replied the boy scornfully. "I'll mark it out for you, "and in a short time Amanda was repeating over and over again the letterswhich formed her name. 

After Amos had marked out his sister's name in the sand he started alongthe shore to where a dory lay, just floating on the swell of the incomingtide. 

"Amos is going to fish for flounders, " said Amanda; "he catches a finemess almost every afternoon for mother to cook for supper. He's a greathelp. "

"Want to fish?" called out Amos as the two little girls came near the boatand watched him bait his hooks with clams which he had dug and broughtwith him. 

"Oh, yes, " said Anne; "do you think I could catch enough for Uncle Enos'ssupper?"

"Yes, if you'll hurry, " answered the boy; "climb in over the bow. "

The barefooted children splashed through the shallow curl of the waves onthe beach, and clambered over the high bow of the dory. Amos baited theirlines, and with a word of advice as to the best place to sit, he againturned to his own fishing and soon pulled in a big, flopping, resistingflounder. 

"The tide isn't right, " he declared after a few minutes when no bite cameto take the bait. "I'm going to cast off and pull a little way down shoreover the flats. They'll be sure to bite there. You girls sit still. Youcan troll your lines if you want to. You may catch something. "

So Anne and Amanda sat very still while Amos sprang ashore, untied therope from the stout post sunk in the beach, pushed the boat into deeperwater, and jumped in as it floated clear from the shore. 

It was a big, clumsy boat, and the oars were heavy; but Amos was a stoutboy of twelve used to boats and he handled the oars very skilfully. 

"The tide's just turning, " he said; "'twill take us down shore withoutmuch rowing. "

"But 'twill be hard coming back, " suggested Amanda. 

"Pooh! Hard! I guess I could row through any water in this harbor, "bragged Amos, bending to his oar so lustily that he broke one of thewooden thole-pins, unshipped his oar, and went over backward into thebottom of the boat, losing his hold on the oar as he fell. He scrambledquickly back to his seat, and endeavored to swing the dory about with oneoar so that he could reach the one now floating rapidly away. But he couldnot get within reach of it. 

"You girls move forward, " he commanded; "I'll have to scull, " and movingcautiously to the stern of the boat he put his remaining oar in the notchcut for it and began to move it regularly back and forth. 

"Are you going inshore, Amos?" questioned his sister. 

"What for?" asked the boy. "I've got one good oar, haven't I? We can goalong first-rate. "

"It's too bad to lose a good oar, " said Amanda. 

"Father won't care, " said Amos reassuringly; "'twa'n't a good oar. Theblade was split; 'twas liable to harm somebody. He'll not worry at losingit. "

The dory went along very smoothly under Amos's sculling and with the aidof the tide. Amanda and Anne, their lines trailing overboard, watchedeagerly for a bite, and before long Anne had pulled in a good-sizedplaice, much to Amos's satisfaction. He drew in his oar to help her takeout the hook, and had just completed this task when Amanda called out:

"Amos! Amos! the oar's slipping!"

The boy turned quickly and grabbed at the vanishing oar, but he was toolate--it had slid into the water. They were now some distance from shoreand the tide was setting strongly toward the mouth of the harbor. Amoslooked after the oar and both of the little girls looked at Amos. 

"What are we going to do now?" asked Amanda. "We can't ever get back toshore. "

CHAPTER VIII

ON THE ISLAND

Amos made no answer to his sister's frightened exclamation. He was wellused to the harbor, as he often went fishing with his father, and had beenon cruises of several days. Tide and wind both took the boat swiftlytoward Long Point, a low, narrow sand-beach, which ran out into theharbor. 

"We'll run straight into Long Point if the wind don't change, " said Amos. 

Anne had held fast to her line and now felt it tugging strongly in hergrasp. 

"I've caught something!" she exclaimed, "and I don't believe I can everpull it in. "

Amos reached across and seized the line. "Gee!" he exclaimed, "I'll betit's a cod, " and he pulled valiantly. It took all the boy's strength toget the big fish into the boat. "I'll bet it weighs ten pounds, " declaredAmos proudly, quite forgetting in his pleasure over the big fish that theboat was still moving swiftly away from the settlement. 

"Amos, Amos, just see how fast we are going, " said Amanda; "we'll becarried right out to sea. "

"Well, then some vessel will pick us up and bring us back, " answered herbrother, "but it looks now as if we would bring up on Long Point, and wecan walk home from there easy enough. It's only a couple of miles. "

"Perhaps we could get home before they missed us, " suggested Anne, hopefully. 

Amos nodded; he was still busy with the big fish, but in a few moments hebegan to look anxiously ahead. 

"The wind's pulling round to the southeast, " he said. "I guess we sha'n'thit Long Point after all. "

"We're going right into Wood End, " declared Amanda, "or else to HousePoint Island. Oh, Amos, if we land on that island nobody will ever findus. "

"It will be better to land anywhere than to be carried beyond Race Point, "said Amos; "the wind is growing stronger every minute. "

The three children no longer felt any interest in their fish-lines. Amoshad drawn his line in when they started off from shore, and Amanda had letgo of hers when the first oar was lost. Anne was the only one who had kepta firm hold on her line, and now she drew it in and coiled it carefullyaround the smooth piece of wood to which it was fastened. 

"I'll get this boat ashore some way, " declared Amos boldly; "if we runnear any land I'll jump overboard with the painter and pull the dory toshore. I'll get up in the bow now so's to be ready. "

Neither of the little girls said anything. Amanda was ready to cry withfear, and Anne was watching the sky anxiously. 

"The sun is all covered up with clouds, " she said, and before Amos couldanswer there came a patter of raindrops. The wind, too, increased in forceand the waves grew higher. Anne and Amanda crouched low in the boat, whileAmos in the bow peered anxiously ahead. 

Within the curve of the shore of Race Point lay House Point Island, whereAmos hoped they might land. It was a small island partly covered withscrubby thickets but no tall trees, and with shallow water all about it. Amos was sure that he could pull the clumsy boat to shore if the windwould only set a little in that direction. The September afternoon wasgrowing late, the sky was now completely overcast, and the rain fallingsteadily. 

"We're getting near the island, " said Amos. "I'll slide overboard in aminute, and all you girls need do is keep still till I tell you to jump, "and Amos, the painter of the dory in one hand, slipped over the high bowof the boat and struck out for shore. He was a strong swimmer, and managedto change the course of the boat so that it swung in toward the shallowwater, and in a few minutes Amos got a foothold on the sand, and pulledstrongly on the rope until the boat was well out of the outward sweep ofthe current. 

"Now jump out, " he commanded; "you on one side, Anne, and Amanda on theother, and take hold of the side and help pull the boat ashore. "

The two girls obeyed instantly, and the three dripping children struggledup the beach, pulling the dory beyond reach of the tide. 

"We must be sure this boat is safe, " said Amos; "if we can get it up alittle further, we can tip it up on one side and crawl under and get outof the rain. "

The codfish, plaice and flounder Amos took out carefully and carried to alarge rock further up the beach. "We'll have to eat those fish if we stayhere very long, " he said. 

It grew dark early and the children, under the shelter of the boat, peeredout at the rushing waves, listened to the wind, and were very glad thatthey were on shore, even if it was an island and miles away from home. 

"Nobody can find us to-night, " said Anne, "but prob'ly to-morrow morning, first thing, my Uncle Enos and your father will take a boat and comesailing right down after us. "

"How will they know where we are?" whimpered Amanda. "We'll have to stayhere always; I know we shall. "

"If we do I'll build a brush house, " said Amos hopefully, "and there'slots of beach-plums grow on this island, I've heard folks say; and we'llcook those fish and I'll bet I can find mussels along the shore. "

"We can't cook anything, " said Anne, "for we can't make any fire. "

"I can make a fire when things get dry, " said Amos; "how do you supposeIndians make fires when they are off like this? An Indian doesn't carewhere he is because he knows how to get things to eat and how to cookthem, and how to make a shelter. I've wished lots of times that I'd hadthe chances to learn things that Indians have. "

The boat proved a shelter against the wind, and the long night wore slowlyaway. Amos slept soundly, but neither Anne nor Amanda could sleep, exceptin short naps from which they quickly awakened. The storm ceased in thenight and the sun came up and sent its warm beams down on the shiveringchildren, who crept out from the dory and ran and jumped about on the sanduntil they were quite warm and very hungry. 

Amos went searching along the shore for the round dark-shelled musselswhich he knew were good to eat, and Anne and Amanda went up toward thethick-growing bushes beyond the sand-banks to look for beach-plums. 

"Look, Anne! Look! Did you ever see so many on one bush?" exclaimedAmanda, and the bush was indeed well filled with the appetizing fruit. 

"We must take a lot to Amos, " said Anne, "for he is getting mussels for usnow. "

"Yes, indeed, " agreed Amanda; "do you suppose they will come after us thismorning, Anne?"

"Of course they will, first thing, " replied Anne hopefully, so that Amandagrew more cheerful, and when they got back to the boat with aprons full ofbeach-plums and found Amos waiting for them with a fine lot of freshmussels they quite forgot to be troubled or unhappy. The sun was shiningbrightly, the blue water looked calm and smooth, and the wind had entirelygone. They ate the plums and mussels hungrily. 

"We'd better look around a little, " said Amos, when they had finished, "and see if we can find a good place for a brush house. We ought to buildit near the shore so that we can keep a watch for any passing boat. "

"Won't father find us to-day?" asked Amanda anxiously. 

"Can't tell, " replied her brother; "anyway we want to get ready to build ahouse, for we might have to stay here a week. "

"I believe you want to stay a week, Amos Cary!" exclaimed his sister. 

"I'd just as soon stay as not, " said Amos, "if I can find some rotten woodlike the Indians use to start a fire; but it isn't much use to look for ituntil things begin to dry up. "

Amos, followed closely by the little girls, went up the bank and toward aplace where grew a thicket of small pines. "We can break off a lot ofthese branches and carry them down to the shore, " he said, "and fix somebeds of them under one side of the dory. It will be better than sleepingon the sand. "

They made several trips back and forth to the boat with armfuls of pineboughs until they each had quite a pile, long and wide enough for a bed, and high enough to keep them well off the sand. But Amos was notsatisfied. 

"This sand-bank makes a good back for a house, " he said; "now if we couldonly build up sides, and fix some kind of a roof, it would make a finehouse. "

"Won't the dory do for one side?" asked Anne. 

"No, " said Amos, "but we can pile up heaps of sand here on each side ofour beds, right against this sand-bank, and that will make three sides ofa house, and then we'll think of something for the roof. "

So they all went to work piling up the sand. It was hard work, and it tooka long time before the loose sand could be piled up high enough for Anneand Amanda to crouch down behind. 

"I'm dreadful hungry, " said Amanda, after they had worked steadily forsome time; "let's rest and eat some mussels and beach-plums, " and Amos andAnne were both quite ready to stop work. 

"It must be past noon now, " said Amos, looking at the sun, "and therehasn't a boat come in sight. "

Anne had begun to look very serious. "My Aunt Martha may think that I haverun away, " she said, as they sat leaning back against the piles of warmsand. 

"No, she won't, " Amos assured her, "for they'll find out right off thatAmanda and I are gone, and father's dory, and it won't take father orCaptain Enos long to guess what's happened; only they'll think that wehave been carried out to sea. "

The little girls were very silent after this, until Amos jumped up saying:"I've just thought of a splendid plan. We'll pile up sand just as high aswe can on both sides. Then I'll take those fish-lines and cut them inpieces long enough to reach across from one sand heap to the other, andtie rocks on each end of the lines and put them across. "

"I don't think fish-lines will make much of a roof, " said Amanda. 

"And after I get the lines across, " went on Amos, not heeding what hissister had said, "we'll lay these pine boughs across the lines. See? Wecan have the branches come well over each side and lap one row overanother and make a fine roof, " and Amos jumped about, greatly pleased withhis own invention. 

They all returned to piling up sand and before sunset had made wallstaller than their heads, and Amos had put the lines across and thecovering of pine boughs, so that it was nicely roofed in. 

"It will be a lot better than sleeping under the dory, " said Anne, as theylooked proudly at the little shelter, "and there's pine boughs enough leftfor beds, too!"

"We can get more to-morrow, " said Amos, "and we'll have a fire to-morrowif I can only find some punk, and cook those fish. "

"But I want to go home to-morrow, " said Amanda; "I know my mother wantsme. We've got a boat; can't you make an oar and row us home, Amos?"

"There isn't anything to make an oar out of, " answered Amos. 

They made their supper on more mussels and beach-plums, and then lay downon their beds of boughs in the little enclosure. They could see the moonshining over the water, the big dory hauled up in front of their shelter, and they all felt very glad that they were not drifting out at sea. 

Amos had many plans in his head, and was eager for another day to comethat he might carry them out, but Amanda and Anne went to sleep hopingonly that the next day would see one of the big fishing-boats of ProvinceTown come sailing up to the island to take them safely home. 

CHAPTER IX

THE CASTAWAYS

"My, it was cold last night, " shivered Amanda, as she and Anne went towardthe spring of fresh water which bubbled up near the shore for theirmorning drink. "I do wish Amos would plan some way to get us hometo-day. "

"How can he?" asked Anne; "he hasn't any oars, and see what a long way itis across the water to Long Point. He couldn't swim that far. "

"Yes, he could, too, " declared Amanda, "and when the tide is out the wateris so shallow that you can see the yellow sand shining through. He couldswim some and walk some, and he'd get over there all right; then he couldwalk home and tell father and Captain Enos and they would come right afterus. "

"Why doesn't he go then?" questioned Anne. "I do know that my Aunt Marthais sadly worried; it is full two days since we set forth. "

"Amos likes to stay here, " said Amanda, lowering her voice to a whisper;"he thinks it is fun to live as Indians do, and he doesn't want to gohome. If he gets enough to eat he'll stay and stay, and then he can tellJimmie Starkweather of being wrecked on an island. "

"Couldn't we get across to Long Point?" asked Anne. 

"No. We can't swim, and 'twould be foolish to try, " answered Amanda. 

"We'll have cooked fish for dinner, " said Amos as they ate beach-plums forbreakfast. "I'm sure I can find some punk somewhere on this island, andwhile I am looking for it you girls gather all the dry twigs you can find, make a good-sized hole in the sand and fill it up with dry stuff that willtake fire quickly, and I'll show you how Indians cook. "

"I'd rather have some Indian meal mush, " replied Amanda; "can't you swimacross to Long Point, Amos, and hurry home and send some one after us?"

Amos looked at her in astonishment, and then smiled broadly. "I know abetter way than that, " he said, and without waiting to answer the girl'seager questions he ran off toward the thicket of pines. 

"We'll dig the hole in the sand, and then find some dry wood, " said Anne;"anything cooked will taste good, won't it?"

"Amos knows some way to get us home, " said Amanda, "and he's got to tellus what it is, and start just as soon as he cooks his old fish. I wonderwhat it is!"

Now that Amanda saw a prospect of getting home she felt more cheerful andso did Anne; and they gathered dry brush, bits of bark and handfuls of thesunburned beach-grass until the hole in the sand was filled, and there wasa good-sized heap of dry brush over it. 

"Do you suppose Amos can really make a fire?" asked Anne. 

"I guess he can, " said Amanda. "Amos is real smart at queer things likethat, that other boys don't think about. "

"I've found some!" shouted Amos, as he leaped down the bank; "just alittle bit, in the stump of an old oak tree up here. Now wait till I getthe thole-pins, and you'll see, " and he ran toward the dory and returnedwith a pair of smooth, round thole-pins, and sat down on the sand in frontof the brush heap. The precious piece of punk was carefully wrapped in apiece of the sleeve of his flannel blouse. 

"I had to tear it off, " he explained, when Amanda pointed to the raggedslit, "for punk must be kept dry or it isn't a bit of use. "

He now spread the bit of flannel on the sand in front of him, and kneelingdown beside it began to rub the thole-pins across each other as fast as hecould move his hands. Anne and Amanda, kneeling on each side of him, looked on with anxious eyes. 

"There's a spark!" at last shouted Amanda. 

The spark fell on the dry punk, in an instant the punk caught and therewere several sparks, then Amos held a wisp of dry grass in front of it andblew vigorously, and the smouldering punk flamed up, the grass caught, Amos thrust it under the dry brush, and in less than a minute the wholemass was burning briskly. The children all jumped about it in delight. 

"My, I wish we could have had a fire like that last night, when I was socold, " said Amanda. 

"We'll keep it burning now, " said Amos. "I've always wanted to start afire this way. I think it's better than flint and tinder, " for in thosedays the wooden splint matches were not known in the settlement, and fireswere started by rubbing flint and steel together until a spark caught. 

"We are going home this afternoon, " said Amanda, so firmly that Amoslooked at her in surprise. 

"What for?" he asked. "I think it's fine here. We've got a house and afire, and we'll have fish enough to last----"

"We are going home, " interrupted Amanda; "it's horrid here, and everybodywill be afraid we are drowned. "

A little smile crept over Amos's freckled face. "'twill indeed be a taleto tell Jimmie Starkweather, " he said, looking admiringly at thebrush-covered shelter, and then at the brisk fire. "'Tis a shipwreck suchas no boy in the settlement has had. "

Amos asked no more questions, but sent the girls after more dry brush, while he dug another hole in the sand. Then with a long stick he pushedthe hot wood and coals from the first hole into the second, and carefullylaid the big plaice fish on the hot sand, pushed a thick covering of hotsand over it, and started a new fire on top of it. 

"'twill be baked to a turn, " he said to his sister and Anne; "'Tis the waythe Indians cook fish and mussels and clams. I have seen them. "

"We'll go home as soon as we can eat it, " said Amanda; "'twill be low tideby that time, and if you have no better plan for us, Amos, Anne and I willwade to Long Point. "

"Wade!" repeated Amos scornfully; "you'd be drowned. "

"Then tell us your plan, " urged Amanda, while Anne looked at himpleadingly. She had thought much about her father as she lay awake underthe roof of pine boughs, and wondered if some word from him might not havereached the settlement. She thought, too, about the scarlet stockings, andwished herself back in the little brown house on the hill. So she said, "We must go home, Amos. "

"I wish you girls had stayed home, " muttered Amos; "if some of the boyshad come we'd have had a good time here; but girls always want to go home. Well, I'll get you to Long Point without swimming, " and again Amos smiled, for he had a secret of his own that he knew would greatly surprise Amandaand Anne. 

It was not long before he began scraping the hot embers from the sandunder which the fish was cooking. Then he poked the hot sand away, andthere lay the plaice, steaming and smoking, and sending out an appetizingodor. 

"There!" said Amos proudly, as he managed to cut off a piece with hisjack-knife for each of the girls, "that's as good fish as you evertasted. "

"It's the best, " said Anne, and Amanda ate hungrily. Indeed the childrenwere all so hungry that they devoured the entire fish. 

"If you'll stay till to-morrow I'll cook the cod, " said Amos, but bothAmanda and Anne said they wanted to go home. So Amos with their helppushed and dragged the dory into the water, and then telling the girls tostay right by the boat until he returned, started off up the beach towhere he had found the mussels. In a few minutes they saw him runningback. 

"Look, Amanda!" exclaimed Anne, "he's found an oar!"

The little girls could hardly believe it possible; but Amos was smilingand seemed to think it was a great joke. 

"I found it yesterday morning, the very first thing, when you were offafter beach-plums, " he explained, "and I hid it, because I knew if I toldyou I'd found an oar you'd want to start for home right off; and as longas we were here I wanted some fun out of it. Now jump in, and I'll scullyou over to Long Point in no time. "

The girls were too glad at the idea of really starting for home to blameAmos for keeping them on the island so long, but Anne thought to herselfthat she was sure that none of the Starkweather boys would have hidden theoar. "Amos is smart, but he's selfish, " she decided, as the boy bent tothe big oar and sent the clumsy boat toward Long Point. 

"'Tis a good oar, better than the one I lost, " said Amos, "and I do think'twas lost from one of the English ships. There's a big 'S' burned intothe handle. Mayhap it belonged to the 'Somerset. ' If so I'm glad they lostit. "

"'twas the 'Somerset' ran down my father's boat and nigh drowned him, "said Anne, "and the sailors lent him no help, but laughed to see himstruggle till he reached near enough their ship to clamber up. "

"I wish I could be a soldier like your father, " said Amos, and at thisAnne looked upon him more kindly. 

"Scull faster, Amos, " urged Amanda; "the sun is not two hours high, and'Tis a long walk through the sand before we can get home. I do hope we'llget there before milking time that I may have a drink of warm milk. "

When the boat touched the sandy shore of Long Point, Anne and Amandascrambled over the bow and urged Amos to hurry. 

"I must make the boat safe, " he said; "'twould be a sad loss to have thetide take her out. And I'll hide this good oar, too. To-morrow JimmieStarkweather and I will sail down and tow her back, and maybe take a lookat the island, " and Amos looked back regretfully to the shores they hadjust left. 

The dory was drawn up beyond reach of the tide, the oar hidden under thesand, and the children started on their walk toward home. The distance wasbut two miles, but walking through the loose sand was hard and tiresome. 

"I slip back a step every step I take, " said Anne; "look, the sun isnearly out of sight now. "

"The milk will be strained and set ere this, " said Amanda mournfully;"there's not even a beach-plum grows on this point, and the long grasscuts my feet whenever I come near it. "

"You could have had another baked fish by this time if you would havestayed on the island, " said Amos complainingly. 

After this the children plodded on in silence for a long time. The harvestmoon rose beyond the harbor and smiled down upon them. There was a silveryglint all over the water, and as they came round one of the big piles ofsand, which are so often seen along the coast of Cape Cod, they allstopped and looked out across the harbor. It was Amos who pointed toward abig ship riding at anchor, perhaps a mile from the shore. 

"There's the 'Somerset' back again, " he said. "I wonder if there's anyharm done at the settlement?"

CHAPTER X

SAFE AT HOME

It was late in the evening when the three tired, hungry children reachedthe settlement. Amanda and Amos ran up the path to their door and Anneplodded on toward Mrs. Stoddard's, nearly a half mile from the Caryhouse. 

There was not a light to be seen in the village, but Anne could see theshining lanterns on the "Somerset" sending narrow rays of light across thewater. But she was too tired to think of the British ship, or of anythingexcept how good it would be to sleep in a real bed again. 

At Mrs. Stoddard's door she stood for a moment wondering if she could notcreep in and up-stairs without waking Uncle Enos and Aunt Martha; shetried the door softly, but it was bolted, so she rattled the latch andcalled, "Aunt Martha! Uncle Enos!" a sudden fear filling her heart thatthey might not hear her and that she might have to sleep on thedoor-step. 

But in an instant she heard steps hurrying across the kitchen floor, thebig bolt was pulled back, the door swung open, and Anne was warmly claspedin Aunt Martha's arms. Uncle Enos hurried close behind her, and Anne wasdrawn into the kitchen with many exclamations of wonder and joy. 

"Light a candle that we may look at her, " said Aunt Martha, "and start upa fire. 'Tis a chilly night, and the child must have some warm porridge. "

It was not long before the fire was burning brightly, a kettle of hotwater bubbling cheerfully, that Anne might have a warm bath to rest andsoothe her tired limbs, and Anne, sitting on Aunt Martha's lap, was eatinga bowl of hot porridge and telling the story of her adventures. 

"House Point Island, eh?" said Uncle Enos; "'Tis lucky there was an islandjust there, even so low a one as that. In a hundred years or so the tidesand waves will sweep it away. "

Anne told of the brush-covered shelter, of Amos making a fire and cookingthe fish, and of their journey home, while her kind friends listenedeagerly. 

"We feared the boat had been carried out to sea and that our little maidwas lost, " said Aunt Martha, "and the men have looked for you all aboutthe shore. The 'Somerset' is in harbor and its crew are doing muchmischief on shore, so that we have had much to disturb us. What a tangleof hair this is for me to brush out, " she added, passing a tender handover Anne's dark locks. 

How good the warm water felt to Anne's bruised feet; and she was sure thatnothing ever tasted so good as the porridge. The rough hair was brushedinto smooth braids, and it was a very happy little girl who went to sleepin the upper chamber with her wooden doll beside her, and the white kittencurled up on the foot of her bed. 

"I'm glad I'm not a little Indian girl, " was Anne's last thought beforeshe went to sleep. 

It was late the next morning when she awoke. Her soiled and torn clotheswere not to be seen, but a dress of clean cotton and a fresh pinafore layon the wooden stool. 

"My, it's nice to be clean, " thought Anne, remembering the uncomfortableefforts that she and Amanda had made to wash their faces in water from theisland spring. 

"It's near noon, dear child, " said Mrs. Stoddard, as Anne came into thekitchen. "You shall have a boiled egg for your breakfast, and I am cookinga fine johnnycake for you before the fire. You must be nigh starved. Tothink of that Amos Cary hiding the oar instead of fetching you straighthome. "

"But he worked all the time to make a house for us, and to cook the fish, "explained Anne, "and he speaks well of my father. I like him better thanwhen he called me names. "

"Of course you do, child; and I did not think him so smart a boy as heproves. 'twas no small thing to start a fire as he did. "

"'twas Amanda made him come home, " said Anne; "she told him we would walkthrough the water to the Point, and then he said he would fetch us. "

"Your Uncle Enos thinks Amos may make a good sailor, " said Aunt Martha. "Indeed, if it were not for these British ships hovering about our shoresit is likely that Skipper Cary would have been off to the Banks and takenAmos with him. "

The "Banks" were the fishing grounds off the island of Newfoundland, andfor several years the Cape Cod fishermen had made summer cruises there, coming home with big cargoes of fine fish which they sold in the Bostonmarket at excellent prices. These fishing grounds were called the "Banks, "because of the heavy banks of fog which settled down in that region. 

After Anne had finished her breakfast she went to Mrs. Stoddard's bigwork-basket, and took out her knitting-work. 

"May I not knit a long time to-day, Aunt Martha?" she asked. "My feet achesorely, and I should like well to knit. "

"That is right, " answered Mrs. Stoddard, nodding her approval. "Your UncleEnos drove Brownie over the hill where the sailors from the 'Somerset'will not be like to see her, and we will both stay indoors to-day andknit. Maybe we shall begin to read to-day, also. "

"After I have knit a good stint, " said Anne, "for 'twill be time forstockings soon. "

It was a happy morning for the little girl. She worked steadily andcarefully until Captain Enos came up from the shore for his noon meal. 

"Well, well, " he said smilingly, "now this seems good--to see our littlemaid safe at home by the window with her knitting. I saw MistressStarkweather as I came home, and she bade me tell you she should walk thisway to see you this afternoon. 'Tis a great day for Amos, " continued thecaptain; "he tells all the boys in the village of his great adventure inrounding Long Point and living two days on an island. You'd think he'dseen Terra del Fuego, to say the least. "

[Illustration: SHE WORKED STEADILY]

"And what is Terra del Fuego?" asked Anne wonderingly. 

"'Tis a far island, Anne, in warm southern seas, such a distance as fewCape Cod sailors ever go; though we go to most places, I will say, " headded with a hearty laugh. 

"Amos and Jimmie Starkweather were all for sailing off this morning tobring the dory home, " he continued, "but a boatload of the 'Somerset's'men stopped them and sent them ashore, threatening to dismast any sloopthat put up a sail in this harbor without their permission. "

Anne knit steadily on, thinking of her father, and wondering if these menon board the "Somerset" had any knowledge of him. But she asked noquestions, knowing that Captain Enos would tell her if any news came. 

The scarlet stockings had made good progress when Mistress Starkweatherwas seen coming up the sandy path. Anne ran to the door to meet her, andthe good woman kissed her heartily. "To think of the danger you were in, dear child, " she said, as Anne led her into the sunny kitchen and drew outthe most comfortable chair for her. 

"Amos was not afraid, " said Anne, "but Amanda and I did wish ourselveshome. "

"I'll warrant that boy would not be afraid of the water, storm or nostorm, " said Mrs. Stoddard, drawing her own chair near to her neighbor's;"yet Captain Enos tells that he fled from our Anne here when she threwwater at him, " and the two women smiled, remembering the little girl'sloyal defense of her absent father. 

"School is to begin next Monday, if all goes well, " continued Mrs. Starkweather, "and beside that the minister declared we must all come morepunctually to church. Last Sunday there were but seven in themeeting-house, " and Mrs. Starkweather's face grew sober. 

"I shall not have time to learn to read long words before Monday, " saidAnne anxiously. 

"I planned to teach the child a little before school begins, " explainedMrs. Stoddard, "from Captain Enos's 'Pilgrim's Progress. ' His motherbought the book in Boston, and he treasures it. "

"And no wonder, " replied Mrs. Starkweather; "beside the Bible there arefew books in any household in the settlement. I doubt if the minister canlay claim to a half dozen. He has his knowledge in his head. "

"And so should all people have, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "Anne, go to the bigred chest in my bedroom and take out the book that lays there and fetch itto me. Mayhap Mistress Starkweather would like to see it. "

Anne quickly obeyed. The big red chest was one that Captain Enos hadcarried when he went on whaling voyages. It had handles of twisted rope, and a huge padlock swung from an iron loop in front. Anne lifted the topand reached in after the book; but the chest was deep; there were only afew articles on the bottom of the chest, and she could not reach it. Soshe pushed the lid back until it rested against the wall, and stepped intothe chest, stooping down to pick up the book. As she leaned over, bang, --down came the lid to the chest, shutting Anne closely in. For aninstant the child was too frightened to move, as she lay on her face inthe big chest; then she tried to sit up, and found she could not. Shetried to call "Aunt Martha, " but her voice sounded thick and muffled. 

In the kitchen the two neighbors sat waiting for Anne and the book. 

"Anne! Anne!" called Mrs. Stoddard. "Why, the child is usually so spry. Iwonder what keeps her, " and she went into the bedroom. 

"Did Anne slip out while we talked?" she called back to Mrs. Starkweather. "She's not here. "

Just then there came a sound from the chest. "Pity's sake!" exclaimed Mrs. Stoddard. "I do believe Anne is in the chest, " and she hastened to swingback the big lid and to lift the half-stifled child out. 

"Did you ever!" she said. "How came you in the chest, child?"

"I got in to get the book and the lid fell on me, " half whispered Anne, clinging to Mrs. Stoddard's skirts. 

"Well, well, child, there is no harm done, " said Mrs. Stoddard, "but 'Tisnot a safe thing to get into chests. I will get the book. I thought yourarms were longer, " and Mrs. Stoddard reached into the sea-chest and drewout a long black-covered book. "It has many pictures, " she said. "I wonderI have not shown it to Anne before. "

Mrs. Starkweather looked at the book admiringly, and Mrs. Stoddard tookAnne in her lap that they might all enjoy the pictures together. 

"Look, " she said; "here is Christian setting forth on his journey, andhere are Obstinate and Pliable, two of his neighbors, following him tourge him to come home. "

Anne looked at the picture eagerly. She had never seen pictures in a bookbefore, and it seemed very wonderful to her. 

"It is a good story, " said Mrs. Starkweather. "True, it is said to be buta dream, but I read it in my youth and liked it well. It has been a treatto see it, Mrs. Stoddard. 'Tis seldom I have so care-free an afternoon. Six boys to look after keep me busy, " and the good woman rose from herchair and with cordial words of good-bye started for home. 

"I wish I could read this book, " said Anne, turning the leaves overcarefully and wondering what the pictures meant. 

"So you shall. We'll read a little now. Come, you shall spell out thewords, and I will speak them for you and tell you their meaning. "

An hour later when Captain Enos stepped into the kitchen he declared thathe thought school had begun there; and while Mrs. Stoddard hurried aboutto prepare supper Uncle Enos continued Anne's reading lesson. 

"Perhaps I can read this book after I go to school, " said Anne. 

"That you can, " answered the captain. 

"And I will learn to write, " said Anne, "and it may be I could send aletter to my dear father. "

"That is a good child, " said Captain Enos, patting the dark head; "learnto write and we'll set about starting the letter to your father as soon asyou have it ready. "

"I shall have much to tell him, " said Anne, smiling up into Uncle Enos'skind face. 

"And he'll have a good deal to tell you, " replied Captain Enos. "I wish Icould see him myself. I'd like news of what's going on in Boston. "

CHAPTER XI

CAPTAIN ENOS'S SECRETS

The playhouse under the pines was almost forgotten as the days grewcolder, and the fall rains came, with high winds; and Anne's scarletstocking was now long enough for Aunt Martha to "set the heel" and beginto shape the foot. School had begun in Elder Haven's sitting-room, withfourteen scholars, and Anne was learning to write. 

"Master Haven says I write my own name nicely, " she said at the end of thefirst week, "and that by the time school closes he thinks I can write aletter. "

Captain Enos nodded approvingly. He and Anne were sitting before a brightfire of driftwood in the pleasant kitchen, while Mrs. Stoddard had gone toMrs. Starkweather's for more scarlet yarn. Anne was knitting busily; herwooden doll sat on the floor, and the white kitten was curled up close tothe little girl's feet. Captain Enos had several pieces of smooth cedarwood on a stool near his chair, and was at work upon one with his sharpjack-knife. 

"Well, well!" he said, looking up from his whittling. "That will pleasethy father, Anne. And learn as fast as you can, for I see a fair chance ofsending a letter to Boston, when one is ready; and then thy father couldsoon get it. "

"Oh, Uncle Enos!" exclaimed Anne, "if there be a chance to send a lettercould you not write for me? It may be when I can write there will be nochance to send a letter. "

Captain Enos nodded. "You are a wise child, " he said. "My writing isn'tthe plainest in the world, but I'll do my best. I have some sheets of goodsmooth paper in my sea-chest, and a good quill pen, too. Elder Haven fixedthe pen for me from the feather of a wild goose I killed on the marsheslast spring. But I do not think there is such a thing as ink in the house;but I can make a fair ink with the juice of the elderberry and a fair lotof soot from the chimney. So think up what you wish to tell your father, Anne, and if it storms to-morrow we'll write the letter. "

"How will you send it, Uncle Enos?" asked Anne, forgetting to knit andturning eager eyes toward the captain. 

"Sshh!" said Captain Enos. "'Tis a secret--hardly to be whispered. Butthere is a good-hearted sailorman on board the British ship. We have hadsome talk together on the shore, and he told me that he liked thy father;and that he did not blame him for escaping from the ship. "

Anne nodded smilingly, and reached down and picked up her wooden doll. 

"Has the sailorman any little girl?" she asked. 

"That he has, " said Captain Enos. "He told me that he had two small maidsof his own in Plymouth, England, far across the ocean; and he asked if Iknew aught of John Nelson's little girl. "

"That's me!" said Anne, holding the wooden doll tight. 

"Yes, " said Captain Enos, "and he said that he might find a chance to sendsome word to thy father that you were a good and happy child. Then I toldhim, Anne, that you planned to write a letter, and he said he'd take it toBoston, and then 'twould soon reach thy father. "

"I wish I could hear the sailorman speak of my father, " said Anne, "andtell me of his little girls in England. "

"Mayhap you can, child. He comes ashore after water each day. A stout manhe is, with reddish hair and good honest blue eyes. He tells me his nameis William Trull. If you see such a man you may speak to him. "

"Uncle Enos! That is the sailorman who saved me from the Indian women, andbrought me safe home, " exclaimed Anne. "Do you not remember?"

"Indeed I do, Anne. And I thought the name would mean something to you, "replied Captain Enos. 

Anne smiled happily. It was good news to hear from the sailorman, and toknow that he was a friend of her father's. 

"What are you making, Uncle Enos?" asked Anne, as the captain put down onesmooth bit of wood and picked up another. 

Captain Enos pointed to Anne's wooden doll and whispered, "I'm afraidMartha Stoddard Nelson will hear. Put her down behind your chair and comeover here, and I'll tell you. "

Anne set the doll down carefully, with its head turned away from CaptainEnos, and tiptoed across the little space between them. 

"I'm making a chair for Martha Stoddard Nelson, " whispered Captain Enos, "for a surprise. And you mustn't tell her a word about it till it is allready for her to sit in. "

Anne laughed. To have a secret with Uncle Enos was about the mostdelightful thing she could imagine; and to have it mean a fine cedar chairfor her doll to sit in was the best kind of a secret. 

"You mustn't let Martha Stoddard Nelson face toward me more than you canhelp, " went on Uncle Enos. "You don't think she has noticed what I amdoing, do you?"

"No, " whispered Anne. "I'll be very careful, and let her stay up-stairs agood deal until the chair is finished. "

"That will be a good plan, " said Uncle Enos, "and there comes your AuntMartha. I hear her at the door. "

Anne ran to open the door and Mrs. Stoddard came in smiling and rosy fromher walk in the sharp wind. The white kitten jumped up and came runningtoward her, and the good woman looked about the cheerful room as if shethought it the finest place in the world. 

"I have more scarlet yarn, " she said, sitting down near Captain Enos, "andI have a present for thee, Anne; something that Mistress Starkweather sentthee with her love, " and Mrs. Stoddard handed Anne a small package. 

"It's a box!" declared the little girl, taking off the paper in which itwas wrapped, "and see how sweet it smells. "

"'Tis of sandalwood, " said Captain Enos. "There must be many such in thesettlement, for 'twas but a few years ago that some of our men came backfrom a voyage to Ceylon, and fetched such boxes in their chests. "

"Open it, Anne, " said Mrs. Stoddard, and Anne carefully took off thecover. 

"Look, look!" she exclaimed, holding out the box toward Aunt Martha; "whatare these shining things; all pink and round?" and she picked up a stringof pink coral beads and held them up. 

"Coral beads!" said Aunt Martha. "Mistress Starkweather said that shethought when her husband brought them home she would keep them for alittle girl of her own; but since she has but six boys, she says she knowsof no little girl to whom she would rather give them than to thee, Anne. And you must go down to-morrow before school begins and thank herproperly. "

"Coral beads!" repeated Anne, holding up the pink beads and touching themsoftly. "May I put them around my neck, Aunt Martha?"

"Indeed you may, child. See, here is a clasp of bright gold to hold them, "and Mrs. Stoddard fastened the beads around Anne's neck. 

"'Tis a fine gift, " said Captain Enos admiringly, "and shows a kind heartin Mistress Starkweather. "

"I wish my father could see, " said Anne. "When he knows about my scarletstockings and leather shoes, and the white kitten, and that I go to schooland have coral beads, he will think I am the luckiest girl in the world. "

"We will write him all that, " said Captain Enos. 

Just then the wooden latch of the kitchen door rattled and the door swungopen. 

"It's Amanda!" exclaimed Anne, and Amanda Cary stepped inside andcarefully closed the door behind her. 

"See, Amanda!" exclaimed Anne happily, "I have had a fine present. Mistress Starkweather gave me these, " and she touched the pink beads, "andthis!" and she pointed to the sweet-smelling box of sandalwood. 

Amanda's thin face brightened. "I've got some coral beads just likeyours, " she said; "my father got them 'way off across the ocean. When Igrow older and times are better, my mother says I shall have a white dressand can wear my coral beads then. "

The two little girls played with the doll and kitten and Captain Enos kepton with his work. 

"I wish I had a doll, " he heard Amanda say. "I have asked Amos to make meone, but he is not clever at whittling out things. "

Captain Enos nodded to himself smilingly. Since Anne and Amos and Amandahad been carried down the harbor to House Point Island together, and hehad heard how pleasant Amanda had been to Anne, he had liked the Carychildren better, and had quite forgiven their old-time teasing ways. AfterAmanda had started for home he called Anne to him and said, "I haveanother secret!"

"Yes!" said Anne, with a gay little laugh. 

"Would you like to make Amanda Cary a present?" he questioned. 

"I could not give her my doll, " answered Anne, her bright face growingsober. "'Tis all I have that my father made. "

"But if I make another doll, a fine wooden doll, as near like yours as Ican, would you like to give that to Amanda?" asked Uncle Enos. 

"Oh, yes! Yes, indeed, " said Anne, the smiles all coming back again. 

"Then 'Tis a secret till I have the doll finished, " said Captain Enos;"then maybe you can make a dress for it, and give it to Amanda, just asshe gave you her white kitten. "

Anne was very happy over this secret; it seemed even better than the newwooden chair for Martha Stoddard Nelson. 

"I never gave anybody a present, " she said, "but I know it must be thefinest thing in the world to give somebody a gift, " and she looked up intoUncle Enos's kindly face questioningly. 

"You are a good child, Anne, " he said, "and I will make the wooden doll assoon as time offers. Now take thy beads and box and Martha Stoddard Nelsonto thy room, and I will bring in some wood for Aunt Martha. Then 'twill betime for a bite of supper. "

Anne carried her treasures up-stairs to the little room. There was a standin the room now, one that had belonged to her father. It had two drawers, and in one of them Anne carefully put the sandalwood box with the pinkcoral beads. 

"I guess I have more lovely things than any little girl, " she said toherself, as she slowly closed the drawer. "There's my doll, and my whitekitten, and my scarlet stockings, which I shall have finished to-morrow, and my leather shoes, and these coral beads and the box!" But Anne gave alittle sigh and then whispered, "And if my dear father could only know allabout them, and that I am to give a doll to Amanda. " She looked out of thesmall window toward the beautiful harbor, and wished that she might gosailing over it to Boston, to find her father and bring him safe toProvince Town. "I wish King George knew how much trouble he was makingwith his old war-ships, " Anne whispered to the wooden doll. 

CHAPTER XII

AN UNEXPECTED JOURNEY

"I have a fine dish of ink all ready, " said Captain Enos the next morning, "but 'Tis too clear a morning to sit in the house and write letters. Thereare good cod coming into the harbor, and I must row out and catch what Ican while the weather is good. "

"Can we not write the letter to-night?" asked Anne. "Aunt Martha has somefine pitch knots to burn that will make the kitchen light as day. "

"We'll see, come night, " replied Captain Enos. 

The two were walking down the sandy path together, --Captain Enos bound forthe shore, and Anne started for Mistress Starkweather's to thank her forthe coral beads. 

"Be a good child, " said Captain Enos, as he turned from the path and leftAnne to go on alone. 

As the little girl came near the spring, she saw a man rolling a watercask toward it, and toward the shore she could see several other men, whomshe knew came from the British ship. She looked closely at the man at thespring, and as she passed near him, noticed that his hair was red. Hesmiled and nodded as Anne went by, and then she saw that he had pleasantblue eyes, and she stopped and said: "Have you forgotten the little girlyou saved from the Indians?"

"No, indeed!" replied the big man heartily; "and so you are John Nelson'slittle girl. And you are not afraid of a Britisher?"

"Oh, no!" said Anne, in surprise; "you have two little maids in England. "

"That I have, safe with their mother. But I should like well to see theirbright faces, and your father would like to see you, child. You do notforget him?"

"No, " said Anne soberly. "We plan to write him a letter for you to take. "

"Speak not so loud, " cautioned the man; "the other sailors may hear. Andget your letter ready soon, for, come a fair wind, we'll be off up thecoast again to Boston Harbor. "

"Do your little girls write you letters?" asked Anne. 

The big man shook his head. "No, they are not yet taught to write, " hesaid. "It may be I'll be sailing back come spring, and then I'll tell themabout the little maid I saw in Province Town. "

"Tell them my name is Anne, " said she eagerly. "I wish I could go toBoston and find my father. I must hurry now, but I wish I knew the namesof your little girls. "

"They have good names, " said the big man. "Each one is named for agrandmother. One is Betsey and the other Hannah. "

"I'll remember, " said Anne, and she said "Good-bye" and went quickly ontoward Mrs. Starkweather's. 

"I do wish I could go and find my father, " she thought as she walkedalong. "I know he'd like to see me better than a letter. I wish I hadasked William Trull to take me in the big ship. But maybe Aunt Marthawould not wish me to ask him. "

All day Anne thought about the letter that Captain Enos had promised towrite for her; and when supper was over and the kitchen began to growdusky with the shadows of the October evening, she ran out to the littleshed and came tugging in a big root of pine. 

"May I put this on the fire, Aunt Martha?" she asked, "that Uncle Enos maysee to write?"

"Tis a pine knot, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "We shall need many such for lightand heat before the long winter goes. But put it on, child. 'Tis a goodplan to write thy father. "

The pine knot blazed up brightly, and Captain Enos drew the table near theopen fire, and, with Anne perched on a high stool beside him, and Mrs. Stoddard busy with her knitting, while the white kitten purred happilyfrom its comfortable place under her chair, the letter was begun. Word forword, just as Anne told him, Captain Enos wrote down about the stockingsand shoes, the school and the kitten, the pink beads and William Trull, and at last Anne said: "That is all, only that I want to see him and thatI love him well, " and Captain Enos finished the letter, and Anne wentup-stairs to bed. 

"I have a plan to take a cargo of fish to Boston, Martha, " said CaptainEnos, as soon as Anne had gone. "The 'Somerset' will sail on the firstfair wind. I can fill the sloop with good cod by the time she is out ofgunshot; and I'll venture to say they will bring a good price in BostonTown. "

"But how can you make safe landing there, Enos?" asked his wifeanxiously. 

"I'll manage, " replied the captain smilingly, "and it may be I can getsome news of Anne's father. "

"'Twould be a brave cruise, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "I should like well to gowith thee, Enos. "

Captain Enos laughed heartily. "And so would Anne, I dare say, " hereplied. "Maybe when spring comes and the British have been sent home I'lltake you and Anne to Boston on a pleasure trip. If I get a good price formy fish, I'll bring you home a warm shawl, Martha. "

"Mind not about me, Enos, but get some good wool cloth, if you see thechance, to make Anne a dress. She likes bright colors, and the Freemanswill tell you where to purchase, and you may see some plaid or figuredstuff that has good wearing in it. Three yards of good width will be aplenty. "

"There's but little trading in Boston these days, " replied Captain Enos;"there's a blight on the land, until we can make England give us fairertreatment. I do believe 'twill come to open war in Boston. "

As they talked, Captain Enos was busy shaping the wooden doll which Annewas to give Amanda. 

"I must finish this before I begin to plan for Boston, " he said. "What didwe do for pleasure, Martha, before Anne came to live with us? Why, we hadnot even a white kitten. And 'twas little enough I thought of whittlingout dolls. "

"Or I of knitting scarlet stockings, " answered his wife. "Anne knits herstint each day, and will soon have hers done, but her second pair I amknitting for the child. November is close at hand, and then she must bewarmly clad. "

"Her leather shoes are ready, " said Captain Enos, with a satisfied nod. 

The next morning Captain Enos gave the letter to William Trull, whopromised to find a chance of forwarding it to John Nelson. 

"What think you, Anne?" said Mrs. Stoddard when the little girl came homefrom school that day. "The 'Somerset' is getting under way, and your UncleEnos says 'Tis like enough that your father will have the letter beforethe week ends. "

"I wish I could see him read it, " said Anne. 

"And your Uncle Enos has a bold plan, child. He is filling up his sloopwith fine cod to take to the Boston market, and if this wind holds, hewill go sailing up the coast to-morrow morning. Mayhap he'll be in Bostonbefore the 'Somerset. '"

"But they will fire their big guns at him and sink the sloop!" said Annefearfully. 

"Your uncle will not give them a chance, " answered Mrs. Stoddard. "He willput in and out among the islands and keep out of their sight. "

"May I not go with him, Aunt Martha? I could see my father then. "

Mrs. Stoddard shook her head. "'Twould not be wise, child. Your unclewould not wish it. There would be but little chance of finding yourfather. Your uncle plans to make but a short stay and get home as soon asmay be. It is no time to be coasting about, with British ships ready tosink any craft they see. Here, see!" and she held something up in herhand. 

"Oh, Amanda's doll!" exclaimed Anne, "and you have made a fine dress forher. Can I take it down now?" and the little girl took the wooden dollwhich Captain Enos had whittled out and looked at it admiringly. 

"Yes, run along, " replied Mrs. Stoddard; "'twill be a great surprise forAmanda. "

Anne hurried down the hill and along the shore toward the Cary house, holding the doll carefully under the little shawl of gay plaid which Mrs. Stoddard had pinned about her shoulders. The sand no longer felt warmabout her bare feet. 

"I shall be wearing my new stockings and shoes soon, " she thought, as herfeet felt the cold dampness. 

Amanda saw her coming and ran out to meet her, a white kitten close at herheels. 

"See, the British ship is going!" exclaimed Amanda, and the two littlegirls turned and watched the big ship under full sail moving off acrossthe harbor. 

"Amanda, " said Anne, "you know you gave me the nice white kitten?"

"Yes, " replied Amanda; "has it run away?"

"Oh, no; it is just as contented as can be, " said Anne; "only ever sinceyou gave it to me I have wished I could give you something. "

Amanda's face flushed and she dug her bare toes into the sand. She wasremembering how unkind she and Amos had been to Anne, and was wishing thatAnne would not thank her for the kitten. 

"And now I have a present for you, " went on Anne, taking the wooden dollfrom beneath the little plaid shawl. 

"Your doll!" exclaimed Amanda in surprise. 

Anne shook her head smilingly. 

"No, " she said, "your doll. See, it is new. And it is larger than mine. Take it, " for Amanda's hands were behind her, as if she did not mean totake the gift. 

"It's yours. Uncle Enos made it, and Aunt Martha made the dress, " and Anneheld the doll toward her friend. 

Then Amanda's hands unclasped and reached forward eagerly. 

"It's a fine doll, " she said. "I do think, Anne, it is full handsomer thanyours. Come, that I may show it to my mother. I shall name it for you, Anne. I have already named it. I shall call it Lovely Anne Nelson. IndeedI shall. I never had a gift before. " And Amanda held the doll tight andsmiled happily at Anne, as she reached out to draw her into the house thatMrs. Cary might see the doll. 

When Anne started for home, Amanda walked along beside her for a littleway. When they neared the spring she put her arm about Anne's neck andkissed her on the cheek. 

"There!" she exclaimed; "now you know how dear you are. I was bad to you, Anne Nelson, right here at this very spring; and I set Amos on to teaseyou. And now you have given me a gift. "

"But you gave me the kitten, " answered Anne, "and I chased you away fromthe spring with sand and water. "

"But now we like each other well, " said Amanda. "You like me now, Anne?"

"Yes, " replied the little girl; "I would not give you a gift if I did notlike you well, " and the two little girls smiled at each other happily andparted, Amanda to run home to her doll, while Anne went more slowly up thehill, thinking of the trip Uncle Enos was about to make and wishing thatshe could go with him. 

"I could wear my scarlet stockings and new shoes for my father to see, "she thought, "and I would be no trouble to Uncle Enos. There are two bunksin the sloop's cabin, and I would be company for him. "

The more Anne thought about this cruise to Boston the more she longed togo. Captain Enos was late to his supper that night. 

"I have a fine cargo of fish, " he said, "and I shall go out on the morningtide, before you are awake, little maid, " with a nod to Anne. "Next springyou and Aunt Martha shall go with me and see the fine town of Boston, withits shops and great houses. The British soldiers will be gone by thattime, and it may be we will have our own government. There will be gooddays for us all then. "

"I want to go now, " said Anne, and Captain Enos laughed and shook hishead. 

"Run away to bed now, child, " said Aunt Martha, as soon as the supperdishes were washed, "and take these stockings up-stairs with you. I toedoff the last one while you were at Amanda Cary's. "

So Anne said good-night, and Captain Enos gave her a good-bye kiss, telling her to take good care of her Aunt Martha while he was away, andwent slowly up-stairs. But she did not undress and go to bed. She sat downon the little wooden stool, her mind full of a great resolve. She satthere quietly until she heard Captain Enos and Mrs. Stoddard go to bed. Then she moved softly to the little table under which stood her new shoes. Taking these and her scarlet stockings, she crept softly down the stairs. Crossing the kitchen gently, she slid back the bolt, and let herself outinto the night. 

There was a fresh wind from the southwest, and the little girl shivered alittle as she ran toward the shore. The sloop was anchored some littledistance from shore; Captain Enos would row out in his dory to her. AsAnne reached the shore and looked out at the sloop she almost lostcourage. 

"I don't see how I can ever get out there without a boat, " she exclaimedaloud. 

"Out there?" the voice sounded close at her elbow, and Anne gave a jumpand looked around. 

"What do you want to get out to Captain Enos's boat for?" asked JimmieStarkweather. 

"Oh, Jimmie!" exclaimed the little girl, "what are you doing down on theshore in the night?"

"Night! Why, it's not much after dark, " answered the boy. "Father has beenout fishing all day, and I have just pulled the dory up, and was goinghome when I heard you. What do you want to go out to the sloop for?"

"Jimmie, my father is in Boston and I do want to see him, " said Anne. "Captain Enos is going to sail early to-morrow morning for Boston, and Iwant to go out and sleep in the cabin to-night. Then I will keep as quietas I can till he is nearly in Boston, and then I will tell him all aboutit, and he will take me to see my father. "

Jimmie shook his head. 

"Doesn't Captain Enos want you to go?" he asked. 

"He says I may go next spring, " answered Anne, "but if you row me out tothe sloop, Jimmie, 'twould be no harm. You could tell Aunt Marthato-morrow, and I would soon be home. But 'Tis a long time since I saw myfather. You see yours every day. "

There was a little sob in Anne's throat and Jimmie wondered if she wasgoing to cry. He hoped she wouldn't. 

"Jump into the dory, " he said. "I'll get a good lesson from my father, I'll warrant, for this; but jump in. And mind you tell Captain Enos that Itold you to go home, but that you would not. "

"Yes, Jimmie, " said Anne, putting her shoes and stockings into the boat, and then climbing in herself. The boy sprang in after her, pushed off thedory, and in a short time had reached the sloop. 

"Now go straight to the cabin and shut the door, " cautioned Jimmie, andAnne obeyed, creeping into the top bunk and pulling a rough blanket overher. 

She heard the sound of Jimmie's oars, as he pulled toward shore, felt themotion of the tide, as the big sloop rose and fell, and soon was asleepand dreaming that her father and William Trull were calling her a bravelittle maid. 

Jimmie had many misgivings after he reached shore, and made up his mind togo straight to Captain Stoddard and tell him of Anne's plan. Then heremembered that Anne had trusted him with her secret. "I guess I'll haveto let her go, " he decided. 

CHAPTER XIII

ANNE FINDS HER FATHER

It was just daybreak when Captain Enos, carrying a basket of provisionsfor his cruise, made his way to the shore and pushed off his dory. 

"Not a soul stirring, " he said, as he stepped aboard the sloop, fastenedthe dory, which he intended to tow, and then carried the basket of food tothe little cabin. 

As he pushed open the door Anne awoke, but she did not stir, and CaptainEnos did not look in the direction of the upper bunk. She heard himhoisting the big mainsail, then came the rattle of the anchor chain, thesloop swung round, and Anne knew that at last she was really on her way tofind her father. 

"I must keep very still, " she whispered to herself, "or Uncle Enos might'bout ship and sail straight back to Province Town, " so she did not move, though she wished very much that she might be out on deck with CaptainEnos, feeling the salt breeze on her cheeks and enjoying the sail. Sheknew by the way the sloop tipped that they were going very fast. "Seems asif it was sailing right on its side, " thought Anne; "if it tips much moreI do believe I'll slide out of this berth. "

"A fine wind, a fine wind!" Captain Enos said with a satisfied nod, as hisboat went flying along; "I'll make Boston Harbor before nightfall at thisrate, in time to get my fish ashore by dusk, if I can slide into a landingwithout the British stopping me. My cargo will be welcome, " and CaptainEnos smiled to himself as he thought of the praise he would get from hisfriends and acquaintance for his brave venture in such troublous times. 

Toward noon Anne carefully let herself down from the bunk, and peered outthrough the door, which Captain Enos had left open. She could see the lowsandy shores of Cape Cod, and here and there a white-sailed boat. "I guesswe must be 'most to Boston, " she thought; "the sun is way up in the middleof the sky, and I am so hungry. " She came a little nearer to the cabindoor and put her head out. "Uncle Enos!" she said softly. 

But the captain was singing to keep himself company, and did not hear thefaint voice. His head was turned a little away from Anne, but just as shewas about to call again his song came to an end and he turned his glanceahead. 

"Bless my soul!" he exclaimed. 

"It is I, Uncle Enos!" said Anne, stepping out of the cabin. 

The captain was almost too surprised to speak. Anne clambered along theside of the sloop until she was close beside him, and reaching out tookfast hold of his rough coat sleeve, and repeated:

"It is I, Uncle Enos. "

"Where on earth did you come from?" he exclaimed. 

Anne pointed toward the cabin. 

"How did you get there?" questioned Captain Enos. "Weren't you abed andasleep when I left the house this morning?"

"No, Uncle Enos, " said Anne, creeping a little closer; "I slept in the topbunk in the sloop. "

"Well, this is a nice affair. I can't take you back now. I'll make BostonHarbor before dusk with this wind. But how came you in the sloop?"

"Jimmie Starkweather rowed me out last night after you were sound asleep. And he is going to tell Aunt Martha all about it this morning. He told meto tell you that he didn't want me to go aboard, but that I would, " saidAnne. 

Captain Enos's face was very sober, but he did not say any harsh word. 

"What did you hide in the sloop for, child?" he asked. 

"To go to Boston with you, Uncle Enos, and find my father, " said Anne. 

Then the captain's face grew even more sober. 

"Then you do not like living with us?" he said; "but I thought you seemedhappy, Anne. Your Aunt Martha will miss you, child. But if your heart isso set on being with your father I must do my best to find him for you. How a soldier can manage to care for a small girl like you is more than Ican tell, " and the captain sighed. 

"I brought my scarlet stockings and new shoes to show him, " said Anne. 

Captain Enos nodded. 

"And I can tell him about my kitten and the coral beads, and about goingto school. "

"Did you not bring the coral beads?" asked the captain. 

Anne shook her head. 

"Oh, no, " she answered. "I heard you tell Aunt Martha that you would beaway but a day or two, and I thought I could tell my father about thebeads. "

"Then you mean to go home with me?" asked the captain, a little smilecreeping about his mouth. 

"Why, yes, " said Anne. "I do but want to see my father and tell him allthe pleasant things that have befallen me. "

"Well, well, " said Captain Enos, "now I must scold you, Anne. Your AuntMartha will not be pleased at this. "

"But you are not angry?" asked Anne. "I do see little wrinkles about youreyes that mean you will soon smile. And it is long since I have seen myfather. "

"We must make the best of it now, " said the captain, "but I do blame theStarkweather boy for setting you out to the sloop. He should have sent youstraight home, and let me know of your plan. "

Anne looked at Captain Enos in surprise. 

"Jimmie could not help my coming, " she said. "I should have found some wayto get to the sloop. And he would not tell a secret. "

"So you did not mean to run away from us?" said Captain Enos. "I am gladof that, but how I will manage with you in Boston I know not, nor if I canfind your father. "

Captain Enos's sloop ran safely in among the islands, sailed across BostonHarbor without being noticed, and made fast at a wharf well known toCaptain Enos, and where he was welcomed by an old acquaintance. Beforedusk he had sold his cargo of fish at a good price, and Anne, wearing herscarlet stockings and new shoes, and holding fast to the captain's hand, walked with him up the street to the house of the man who had been at thewharf when the sloop came in. 

"They are good people, born in Wellfleet, " said the captain to Anne, asthey walked along, "and I shall ask them to keep you over night. I shallsleep in the sloop, and to-morrow we will find out all we can about yourfather. "

The Freemans, for that was the name of Captain Enos's friends, gave Anne awarm welcome Their house seemed very large and grand to the little girl. There was a carpet on the sitting-room floor, the first Anne had everseen, and pictures on the walls, and a high mantel with tall brasscandlesticks. 

The room in which she slept seemed very wonderful to Anne. The bed was sohigh that she had to step up from a footstool to get in it, and then down, down she went in billows of feathers. In the morning one of the Freemangirls came in to waken her. She was a girl of about fifteen, with pretty, light, curling hair and blue eyes. She smiled pleasantly at Anne, and toldher that there was a basin of warm water for her to bathe her face andhands in. 

"I will brush out your hair for you, if you wish, " she said kindly. 

But Anne said she could brush her own hair. Rose Freeman waited till Annewas quite ready for breakfast and went down the broad flight of stairswith her. Anne watched her new friend admiringly. 

"She looks just like her name, just like a rose, " she said to herself, andresolved that she would remember and walk just as Rose did, and try andspeak in the same pleasant way. 

Before breakfast was finished Captain Enos came up from the wharves. Hesmiled as he looked at Anne's bright face and smooth hair, and noddedapprovingly. Then he and Mr. Freeman began to talk about the soldiers, andthe best way to find John Nelson. 

"Come, Rose, " said Mr. Freeman; "the captain and I will walk up nearKing's Chapel and see what we can find out, and you and the little maidcan come with us. "

Rose went up-stairs and came down wearing a little brown jacket and a hatof brown silk with a green feather on it. In her hands she brought a bluecape and a blue hat with a broad ribbon bow. 

"Mother says you are to wear these, " she said to Anne, with a littlesmile; "'Tis a cape and hat that I wore when I was a little girl, and Iwould like to have you wear them. "

"I never wore a hat before, " said Anne. 

"It is very becoming, " said Rose, and the little party started out. 

Mr. Freeman stopped here and there to ask questions, and Anne, holdingfast to Rose Freeman's hand, looked wonderingly at the houses and thepeople. They went into a shop, and Captain Enos bought a fine warm brownshawl to take home to Mrs. Stoddard, and asked Rose Freeman to help Anneselect a pretty stuff for a dress. The girls decided upon a small plaid ofdark blue and brown, and the stuff was carefully wrapped up and CaptainEnos took the package. 

"I have news at last, " said Mr. Freeman, who had been talking with a manat the door of the shop. "We will walk up to the Common and see if wecannot get sight of your father. He was here yesterday. "

Anne listened eagerly, almost forgetting Rose Freeman, whose hand shestill held tightly, in the thought that her dear father might be very nearand that she would soon see him. 

They walked toward the Common, and Mr. Freeman told the others to standnear the big elm while he went to make inquiries. He was gone but a fewmoments, when Rose Freeman felt Anne's hand slip from her own, and saw thelittle girl running swiftly across the grass calling out, "Father!Father!"

John Nelson heard the voice and stopped. 

"Anne, Anne!" he answered, and in a moment the little girl in scarletstockings and blue cape and hat was gathered into the close clasp of thedark, slender man. 

Then how much there was to say! How eagerly Anne told him all the pleasantnews! How warmly Captain Enos shook his hand, and called him a bravefellow; and John Nelson tried to thank the captain for all his kindness toAnne. 

Anne held fast to his hand as they walked together to the wharf where thesloop lay. Captain Enos said that he must start for home the next morning, and there was a great deal for them all to talk about. Rose Freeman andher father left them at the wharf, after Captain Enos had promised that hewould bring Anne to their house in time for supper. 

"I have a plan, John, " said Captain Enos; "when we have settled with theBritish, and that must be soon now, you must come to Province Town andlive with us. How would you like that, Anne?"

Anne smiled happily. 

"Best of anything!" she declared. 

"I need help with my fishing, " went on Captain Enos, "and there's an emptyloft next to Anne's room, where you can sleep. So think of Anne's home asyours, John. You'd not break Mistress Stoddard's heart by taking away thechild?"

"It was good fortune led her to your door, " said John Nelson gratefully. "I can see for myself that she is content and happy. And I'll be afortunate man to come into your house, Enos Stoddard. "

"How soon will you come, father?" asked Anne, hopefully. 

"I think 'twill not be longer than another spring before the British leaveus in peace, " replied her father. "But we need more soldiers to let themknow we are ready for war. "

Captain Enos nodded. "There's a half dozen good Province Town men ready tocome, and as many more from Truro, if a dozen would help, " he found achance to whisper. 

"We'll talk of this later, " said Anne's father. "I only hope you'll getsafe back to Province Town harbor from this trip. "

"No fear, " laughed Captain Enos. "General Gage is doing his best to starveBoston out. Maybe we Province Town men can do the cause of Liberty goodservice if we can bring in loads of fish for the people. "

"It's hard to have British troops quartered on us, " replied Nelson. "General Gage is taking rough measures with everybody who opposes him. Dr. Joseph Warren tried to stop the fortifications on Boston Neck, but 'twasno use. And word is being sent to settlements to be ready to furnish men. We've got supplies in Concord, and Americans have been drilling for sometime. We'll be ready for war if war comes. I've a message for theNewburyport men to be ready to join us, but I see no way of getting out ofBoston. You're a brave man, Captain Stoddard, to come into harbor. "

Captain Enos's face brightened as he listened to John Nelson. 

"I'd find no trouble in slipping down the coast to Newburyport, " he saideagerly. 

"Maybe, " responded Nelson, "tho' there's no need for my telling you thatthere's British craft cruising all about, and a man caught with a messageto 'rebels, ' as they call us, stands no chance. "

"I'd keep my message to myself, " answered Captain Enos. 

"So you could, a message by word of mouth; but this is written, and has adrawing as well. I have it under the lining of my coat. But there's no wayfor me to get out of the town. I'm well known by many of the English. "

"Let me take it. " Captain Stoddard's voice was eager. "'Tis ill-luck thatwe Province Town men are to have no part in this affair. I'll get thepaper safe to Newburyport. Tell me to whom I am to give it. "

But John Nelson shook his head. "You'd be caught, and maybe sent toEngland, " he answered. 

"I'll not be caught. And if they catch me they'd not find the papers, " hepromised, and before they parted Nelson had agreed to deliver the packagethat day. "I'll give it to Anne, " he promised. "It will not do for me tomeet you again. There are too many eyes about. Let Anne walk along, withthat tall girl yonder, about sunset toward the South Meeting House, andI'll give it to her. "

Captain Stoddard nodded, and walked away. 

"Anne, " he said when they met in the Freemans' sitting-room just beforedinner, "you can be of great help to your father and to me. But you mustbe wise and silent. When you walk with Rose this afternoon your fatherwill meet you and hand you a flat package. Thrust it inside your frock, and say nothing of it to Rose, or to any one, and bring it safe to me. "

"Yes, indeed, Uncle Enos, " the little girl answered. "Am I to ask Rose towalk with me?"

"Yes, toward the South Meeting House, " answered Captain Enos, "about anhour before sunset. "

"If I keep silent and bring the package safely, will you forgive me forhiding in the boat?" pleaded Anne. 

"Indeed I will, child, and take you for a brave girl as well, " hereplied. 

Anne was joyful at the thought of another word from her father, and Rosewas quite ready to go for another walk. 

They had just turned into King Street when John Nelson met them. Anne worethe pretty cape Rose had given her and her father slipped the packet intoher hand without Rose seeing it. She grasped it tightly, and held it underthe cape. "Be a good child, Anne, and do whatever Captain Stoddard may bidthee, " her father said as he bade her good-bye. 

CHAPTER XIV

A CANDY PARTY

The next morning proved warm and pleasant with only a light breeze, butCaptain Enos had his sloop ready at an early hour, and when Anne, with Mr. Freeman and Rose, came down to the wharf he was anxious to start at once. 

Anne still wore the blue cape, which Mrs. Freeman had insisted on givingher, and the hat was in a round pasteboard box, which Anne carriedcarefully, and which was put away in the cabin with Aunt Martha's newshawl and the cloth for Anne's new dress. 

As the sloop sailed away from the wharf Anne waved her hand to RoseFreeman until she could no longer see her. Captain Enos watched the littlegirl anxiously; he was half afraid that Anne might be disappointed becauseshe could not stay with her father, but her face was bright and smiling. 

"Where is the packet your father handed you?" Captain Enos questionedeagerly, as soon as his sloop was clear of the wharf. 

"I have it pinned safe inside my frock, " she answered. "Shall I give it toyou now, Uncle Enos?"

"Maybe 'Tis safer with you, Anne, " replied the captain. "It may be thatsome British boat will overhaul us, and question us. I'm doing an errand, Anne, for your father. If this boat is taken and I am made a prisoner, youare to say that you want to go to Newburyport. That and no more. Mayhapthey'll set you ashore there. Then make your way to Squire Coffin's houseas best you may. Give him the packet. Tell him the story, and he'll find away to reach your father. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Enos, " said Anne very soberly. 

"Repeat what I have told you, that I may be sure, " said Captain Enos, andAnne obeyed. 

"But I do not want to be set ashore in a strange place, " she said soberly. "How should I get back to Province Town?"

"You will be taken care of, never fear, " responded Captain Enos, "andyou'll be doing a good service to the cause of liberty, Anne, if you carrythe papers safely. Your Aunt Martha will indeed be proud of you. Rememberwhat I have told you. But I hope to slip in behind Plum Island and make alanding without being seen. The wind is favoring us. You have had a finevisit, Anne?"

"Yes, indeed!" agreed the little girl, "and I have a present for AuntMartha, " she said, as the sloop ran out among the islands. "See, my fathergave me this for her, " and she held up a gold coin. "Will she not bepleased?"

"But she will be better pleased to have you safe home again, " said CaptainEnos. "What do you think Amanda Cary will say when she hears of yourvoyage to Boston and of all the fine things you have seen there? 'Tis notmany of the children in Province Town have ever taken such a journey. "

"She will think it a better voyage than the one we took to House PointIsland, " answered Anne. "I have something for Amanda, too. Rose Freemangave me a package of barley sugar, and I said to myself I would take ithome to Amanda. "

Captain Enos kept a watchful eye for suspicious looking craft. But hiscourse lay well inshore, and he was apparently not noticed by any of thevessels. Before noon he was cruising along the Ipswich shore, and made hislanding at Newburyport without having been spoken. 

"The worst part of the business is before us, " he said to Anne, as he madethe boat fast. "If I leave the boat here, I may come back and find notrace of her, but leave her I must, or Squire Coffin will wait in vain forthe papers. "

"But I can carry them, " said Anne. "Tell me where to go, and I'll comestraight back and say no word of my errand. "

"'Tis the best possible way. Did I not say that you were a wise child!"declared Captain Enos, his face beaming with delight. "Put on your prettyhat and cape, and follow that lane up to the main road. Then ask forSquire Coffin's house of the first person you meet. "

In a few moments Anne was ready to start. As she walked up the laneCaptain Enos's eyes followed her anxiously. "I can see no danger in it forthe child, " he said aloud, and then, sailor fashion, set about putting hisboat in order. 

"'twill be a cold night, but the cabin will be snug and warm, " he thought. "I'll get out of here before sunset and maybe make Province Town bydaybreak. "

Anne walked up the pleasant lane. Her feet sank deep in the leaves fromthe overarching trees, and made a cheerful, crackling sound. She could seethe roofs of houses not far away, and as she turned from the lane into aroad she met two girls not much larger than herself. They looked at hercuriously, and when Anne stopped they smiled in a friendly way. 

"Would you please to tell me where I can find Squire Coffin?" Anne asked, feeling very brave and a little important. 

"Squire Coffin is my uncle, " the larger of the two girls replied. "I'mgoing there now. "

"I have an errand, " Anne explained. 

"Oh!" responded both the little girls, but Anne could see that theywondered who this strange little girl could be, and what her errand was. 

"You may come with us if you want to, " Squire Coffin's niece said, andAnne was very glad to walk with these silent little girls, for neither ofthem spoke again until they stopped in front of a tall, square white housevery near the street. As Anne looked up at it she thought that she hadnever seen so many windows before in one house. "That's Uncle Coffin onthe porch, " explained his niece. 

"Thank you, " said Anne, and as the two little girls politely curtseyed sheendeavored to imitate them, and with apparent success. Then she went upthe stone steps toward the dignified looking gentleman who stood in thedoorway. 

She held the packet under her cape, and as she came near him shewhispered, as Captain Enos had told her to do, "This is from Boston. "

"Great George!" he exclaimed grabbing the package, in what seemed a veryrude manner to Anne, and putting it quickly in his pocket, "and how cameyou by it?"

But Anne remembered her promise to keep quiet, and she also rememberedthat the squire's niece had made the queer little curtsey on sayinggood-bye. So Anne bobbed very prettily to the squire, and said "good-bye, "and ran down the steps, leaving the squire standing amazed. It was manyweeks before he learned the name of the little maid, and that her home wasin Province Town. 

[Illustration: "THIS IS FROM BOSTON"]

It was an easy matter to find her way back to the lane. There was anorchard just at the corner of the road, and a man was gathering apples. "Want an apple?" he called. 

"Yes, sir, " answered Anne, and now, being rather proud of her newaccomplishment, she curtseyed very politely. 

"Well, well, you are a young lady, miss. Come up to the fence and I'llhand you the apples. " Anne obeyed, and the good-natured man gave her twobig red-cheeked apples. They seemed very wonderful to the little girl fromthe sandy shore village, where apples were not often to be seen, and shethanked him delightedly. 

Captain Enos was watching for her, and as soon as she was on board heswung the sloop clear of the wharf, ran up his mainsail and headed towardthe outer channel. As they looked back at the little wharf they saw a tallman come running down the lane. 

"I reckon that's the squire, " chuckled Captain Enos. 

"Yes, it is, " said Anne. 

"Well, now for Province Town. I guess we've helped a little bit, Anne. Atleast you have. "

Anne was eating one of the big red apples, and thinking about SquireCoffin's big house and small niece. 

"We'll tell Aunt Martha all that's happened, " went on Captain Enos, "butdo not speak to any one else of it, Anne. 'Twould make trouble for yourfather and for me if our trip to Newburyport was known. "

"I'll not speak of it, " Anne promised. 

"It has been a good trip, " said Captain Enos. "Mr. Freeman paid me wellfor the fish. I have a keg of molasses in the cabin, which will be welcomenews for Martha. "

As they came into harbor at sunrise next morning and Captain Enos droppedanchor and lowered the big mainsail, Anne looked eagerly toward the shore. She could see Jimmie Starkweather and his father watching them. AfterCaptain Enos had lowered the keg of molasses into the dory, and put in thebox that held Anne's hat, and the other packages, he helped Anne over theside of the sloop to a seat in the bow of the dory. 

As soon as the boat touched the shore Jimmie and his father ran down tohelp draw it up on the beach. Jimmie looked at Captain Enos as if he halfexpected a scolding, but as soon as Captain Enos landed he patted theboy's shoulder kindly, and said:

"The little maid has told me all about it. You were not greatly to blame, Jimmie. And the trip turned out all right. "

"I saw my father, " said Anne, and then ran away toward home, leavingCaptain Enos to tell of the visit to Boston. 

Aunt Martha had seen the sloop come to anchor, and was waiting at the doorto welcome Anne. 

"Uncle Enos and I have a secret with my father, " Anne whispered to Mrs. Stoddard, "and we have been to Newburyport. " And then the story of thewonderful trip was told, and Anne showed Mrs. Stoddard how she hadcurtseyed to the squire. 

"Well! Well!" exclaimed the good woman in amazement. "It does seem as ifyou had all sorts of adventures, Anne. To think of Enos undertaking such athing. I'm proud of you both. 'twill be a fine story to tell yourgrandchildren, Anne. How you carried news from Boston patriots toNewburyport. But do not speak of it till we are through with all thesetroublous days. " And again Anne promised to keep silent. 

"To think you should run off like that, child, " continued Aunt Martha. "When Jimmie Starkweather came up and told me you were gone I could scarcebelieve him till I had climbed the stairs to the loft and found no traceof you. But I am right glad you wore your shoes and stockings. Where didthe blue cape come from?"

By this time they were in the kitchen, and Anne had put down the box thatheld her hat. 

"Mrs. Freeman gave it to me, " she replied, "and see! I have a new hat!"and she opened the box and took out the pretty hat. 

"I thought thy uncle would take thee straight to Mistress Freeman, " saidMrs. Stoddard. 

"And we found my father, " went on Anne happily, "and he sent thee this, "and she drew the gold piece from her pocket and gave it to Mrs. Stoddard. 

"Well, well, " said Aunt Martha, "'Tis a fine piece of money, and yourfather is kind to send it. I will use it well. "

"And Uncle Enos has fetched you a fine shawl and a keg of molasses, " saidAnne. "You do not think there was great harm in my hiding in the sloop, Aunt Martha?" The little girl's face was so troubled that Aunt Martha gaveher another kiss, and said:

"It has turned out well, but thee must never do so again. Suppose a greatstorm had come up and swept the sloop from her moorings that night?"

"Rose Freeman looks just like a rose, " said Anne, feeling quite sure thatAunt Martha was not displeased; "and she walks so softly that you canhardly hear her, and she speaks softly, too. I am going to walk and speakjust as she does. "

"That is right, " agreed Mrs. Stoddard. "I am sure that she is awell-spoken girl. "

When Captain Enos came up the hill toward home Anne had already put herblue cape and hat carefully away, and was sitting near the fire with thewhite kitten curled up in her lap. 

"The Freemans do not eat in their kitchen, " said Anne, as they sat down tosupper; "they eat in a square room with a shining floor, and where thereis a high mantel-shelf with china images. "

"'Tis a fine house, " agreed Captain Enos, "well built of brick. 'twas agreat thing for Anne to see it. "

"'Tis not so pleasant a house as this, " said Anne. "I could not see theharbor from any window, and the shore is not smooth and sandy like theshores of our harbor. "

Captain Enos smiled and nodded. 

"That's right, Anne, " he said; "Boston houses may do for town people, butwe sailor-folk like our own best. "

"Yes, indeed!" replied Anne, "and I do not believe a beach-plum grows ontheir shore. And nothing I tasted there was so good as Aunt Martha's mealbread. "

The next morning Anne started for school, wearing the new shoes andscarlet stockings and the little plaid shawl. The children were allanxious to hear about what she saw in Boston, and she told them of thesoldiers on the Common, and of the shops, and of the houses made of brickand stone, and she showed Amanda how to make the wonderful curtsey. ButElder Haven soon called them to take their seats, and it was not until thenoon recess that she found a chance to speak alone with Amanda. 

The two little girls sat down on the front door-step of Elder Haven'shouse, and Anne told of the wonderful sail to Boston, and had just begunto describe Rose Freeman when the teacher's voice was heard calling themin. 

As soon as school closed for the day, Amanda said that she could walk homewith Anne and see the new cape and hat, and hear more about Rose Freeman. 

"Would you like better to live in Boston than here?" asked Amanda, as theywalked along. 

Anne looked at her in surprise. 

"Why, Amanda!" she said; "of course I wouldn't. It is not seemly there togo out-of-doors without a hat; and Rose Freeman said that she had neverbeen barefooted in her life. She has fine white stockings knit of cottonyarn for summer, and low shiny shoes that she called 'slippers. '"

"'Twould be hard to wear shoes all the year, " agreed Amanda, looking downat her own stout leather shoes, "but I like them well now. "

"I brought you a present from Boston, " said Anne just as they reached theStoddards' door. "Rose Freeman gave it to me, and I saved it for you. "

"Well, Amanda, " said Mrs. Stoddard, as the two girls came into thekitchen, "are you not glad to have Anne safe home again? 'twas quite ajourney to take. "

"She likes Province Town better than Boston, " answered Amanda smilingly. 

"To be sure she does, and why not?" replied Mrs. Stoddard. "There are fewplaces where there is so much salt water to be seen as here, and no betterplace for fishing. Now, Anne, I have a little surprise for you. I haveasked Mr. And Mrs. Starkweather and their six boys to come up thisevening, and your father and mother, Amanda, and you and Amos. Theevenings are getting fine and long now and we must begin to beneighborly. "

"Then I mustn't stay long now, " said Amanda; "it will be pleasant to comeup here again in the evening. "

Amanda tried on Anne's blue cape and hat, looked admiringly at Mrs. Stoddard's shining gold piece and brown shawl, and then Anne handed herthe package of barley sugar. 

"I will keep it, " said Amanda, gratefully; "'twould seem ungrateful to eata present. "

Mrs. Stoddard nodded. "Keep it until Sunday, Amanda, " she said, "but thenit will be well to eat a part of it. "

"But can she not taste it now?" asked Anne. "I am sure it is good. It cameout of a big glass jar in a shop. "

"I see I must tell you two little girls a secret, " said Mrs. Stoddard, "but Amanda must not tell Amos. "

"No, indeed, " said Amanda quickly. 

"It is about this evening, " said Mrs. Stoddard; "I am going to make a finedish of molasses candy!"

"Oh, Aunt Martha!" "Oh, Mistress Stoddard!" exclaimed the little girlstogether. 

"It has been years since I tasted any myself, " went on Mrs. Stoddard, "butI remember well how it is made; and I do not believe one of you childrenhas ever tasted it. "

"My mother has told us about it, " said Amanda, "and said that when timeswere better she would make us some. "

"We all need cheering up, " said Mrs. Stoddard, "and I am glad I can giveyou children a treat to remember. Now, Amanda, you see why it will be bestnot to eat your barley sugar until Sunday. "

"I have good times every day since I gave you the white kitten, " saidAmanda, as she bade Anne good-bye, and started for home. 

"We must bring all our chairs into the kitchen to-night, Anne, " said AuntMartha, as soon as supper was finished, "for even then I doubt if there beseats enough for our company. "

"I had best bring in my long bench from the shed, " said Captain Enos;"'twill be just the thing to put a row of Starkweather boys on. "

"The youngest is but two years old, " said Mrs. Stoddard; "'Tis like hewill find our bed a good resting place. "

Mr. And Mrs. Cary with Amos and Amanda were the first to arrive, and asthey came in Captain Enos put two big pieces of pitch pine on the fire. Ina moment it blazed up making the kitchen as light as day. 

The Starkweathers, climbing up the sandy hill, saw the bright lightshining through the windows of the little house, and Mrs. Starkweatherexclaimed:

"Does it not look cheerful? To think of us all coming to a merrymaking! Itwas surely a kind thought of Mistress Stoddard's. "

"Shall we play games?" asked Daniel, the boy next younger than Jimmie. 

"It may be, " answered his mother, "and you boys must be quiet and notrough in your play. Remember there is a little girl in the house. "

The youngest Starkweather boy, carried carefully by his father, was soundasleep when they reached the Stoddards', and was put comfortably down onMrs. Stoddard's big bed, while the others gathered around the fire. 

"Sit you here, boys, " directed Captain Enos, pointing to the long bench, "and you girls can bring your stools beside me. I have a fine game for youto play. Do you see this shining brass button? 'twas given me in Boston, and came from the coat of a British soldier. Now we will play 'Button'with it, " and the captain, with a few whispered words to JimmieStarkweather, slid the shining button into his hand, and "Button, button!who's got the button?" was soon being laughingly asked from one to anotheras the brass button went from Jimmie to Amos, passed into Anne's hand andswiftly on to Amanda, and back to Jimmie before Captain Enos could locateit. 

"Look!" exclaimed one of the younger Starkweather boys. "Mistress Stoddardis pouring syrup into a kettle!"

"Yes, my boy, " said Captain Enos laughingly, "and now you will all be gladthat I had a good trip to Boston, for I brought home a keg of finemolasses, and now you will have some first-class candy!"

There were many exclamations of surprise and pleasure, even the oldermembers of the party declaring that it would indeed be a fine treat; andMrs. Starkweather said that it reminded her of the times when she was alittle girl like Anne, and her mother made candy for her. 

The molasses boiled and bubbled in the big kettle hung over the fire, andMrs. Stoddard and Mrs. Cary took turns in stirring it. The childrenbrought dippers of cold water for spoonfuls of the hot molasses to bedropped in to see if it had begun to candy; and when Amanda lifted astringy bit from her tin cup and held it up for Mrs. Stoddard to see, itwas decided that it was cooked enough, and the kettle was lifted from thefire and the steaming, fragrant mass turned into carefully buttered pans. 

"We must set these out-of-doors to cool, " said Mrs. Stoddard; so Jimmie, Amos and Daniel were each entrusted with a pan to carry out on the broadstep. 

"When it is cool we will all work it, " said Mrs. Stoddard; "that meanspull and twist it into sticks. "

It did not take long for the candy to cool, and then under Mrs. Stoddard'sdirections each child was given a piece to work into shape. But the candyproved too tempting to work over, and in a few minutes the long bench wasfilled with a row of boys, each one happily chewing away upon a clumsypiece of molasses candy. 

CHAPTER XV

A SPRING PICNIC

Before the six weeks of school came to an end Anne could read, and couldwrite well enough to begin a letter to her father, although there seemedno chance of sending it. She thought often of her visit to Newburyport, and wondered if she would ever see Squire Coffin's little niece again. Andshe remembered William Trull, and his little daughters of whom he had toldher. But no news had come to Province Town of how Boston was faring. 

A few weeks after Captain Enos's trip to Boston another Province Townfisherman had started out with a cargo of fish, hoping for equal goodfortune. But weeks passed and he did not return, and no tidings were heardof him, and his family and neighbors now feared that the British hadcaptured his boat and taken him prisoner. 

No word came to Anne from her father, and as the ice formed along theshore and over the brooks, the cold winds came sweeping in from sea withnow and then a fall of snow that whitened the marshes and the woods, thelittle settlement on the end of Cape Cod was entirely shut off from newsfrom Boston, and they knew not what the British were doing. 

Captain Enos and the men of the port went fishing in the harbor, and thewomen and children kept snug at home in the little houses. 

Captain Enos had finished the cedar chair for Anne's doll, and Amos hadmade one as near like it as possible for Amanda's "Lovely Anne. " Both thelittle girls could now knit nearly as smoothly as Mrs. Stoddard herself, and almost every day Amanda came up to Mrs. Stoddard's, for she and Annewere reading "Pilgrim's Progress" together. Now and then Mrs. Stoddardwould read several pages aloud of the adventures of Christian, while thetwo little girls knit. Anne had a warm hood of gray and scarlet yarn whichshe had knit herself, and mittens to match, so that she could go to churchon Sundays, and run down to Mrs. Starkweather's or to see Amanda withoutbeing chilled by the cold. 

It was a mild day late in February when Jimmie Starkweather brought home apink blossom from the woods. 

"See, mother! The first Mayflower, " he exclaimed. "I found it half underthe snow. Does it not smell sweet?"

"It does indeed, son, " replied Mrs. Starkweather; "bring me yourgrandmother's pink china cup from the cupboard, fill it with cool water, and we will put the blossom on the table for thy father to see. Spring isindeed close at hand. "

On the same day that Jimmie found the arbutus bloom, Captain Enos came infrom fishing with news to tell. A Boston schooner outward bound had comenear to where he was fishing, and in response to his hail and call of"What news?" had answered that a battle was now expected at any daybetween the British and Americans. 

"If it be so, " said Captain Enos, "'twill not be long before the Britishships will be homeward bound, and they'll not stop to trouble us much ontheir way. "

"We must keep a lookout for them, " said Captain Starkweather. "I wish wecould get more news. 'Tis like enough all will be settled before we knowaught of it. "

All through March, with its high winds and heavy rains the people watchedthe harbor for a sight of the big white-winged ships, knowing that if theEnglish ships were homeward bound it would mean that the Americans hadwon, and that the colonies would be free from paying the heavy taxes whichEngland had fixed upon them, and that they could go about their work inpeace and quiet. 

April brought warm, sunny days, and Anne no longer wore the knit hood andmittens, and had once more set her playhouse under the pine trees inorder, and now Amanda with her doll often came to play with her. 

"'Tis nearly a year ago since my father was captured by the British, " saidAnne one day as she and Amanda, followed by the white kitten, went outunder the pine trees. 

"Anne!" exclaimed Amanda, "I did not know what 'spy' and 'traitor' meantwhen I called those words at you. "

Anne looked at her playmate smilingly. "You would not say them now, Amanda, would you?" she answered. 

"Say them now!" repeated Amanda. "Why, Anne, you are my best friend, andyour father a soldier. 'twas but yesterday my father said that there wasbut one thing that Province Town had to be proud of in this war, and thatwas John Nelson, your father, because he is the only soldier from thesettlement. "

Anne's cheeks flushed happily. "'twas hard not to have my father, " shesaid, "but he may come back any day now; Uncle Enos says so. And he is tolive with us, and help Uncle Enos with the fishing. And then, Amanda, Ishall be the happiest little girl in the settlement. "

"To-morrow my mother is going to the marshes to gather young pine tips, and arrowroot, and young spruce tips and the roots of thoroughwort to brewbeer with, " said Amanda; "Amos and I are to go with her, and if your AuntMartha be willing you can go with us. She plans to take something to eatand be away till past noon. "

"I am sure I may go, " replied Anne eagerly, "and we can bring homeMayflowers. There are many all along near the pine trees. "

"Yes, " said Amanda, "and will it not be fine to eat our dinnerout-of-doors? Amos plans to start a fire and cook a fish for us, over it, this time, not under sand as he did when we were on the island. "

Mrs. Stoddard gave her consent for Anne to go next day with the Carys. "Iwill bake you a molasses cake to carry, " she said; "if it were a few weekslater you could call it a May party. In England, and I know it is now acustom in many of our towns, all the children gather and put flowers ontheir heads, and have a May-pole wreathed with flowers, and dance aroundit. And they choose a little girl for Queen of the May. "

"Can we not do that, Aunt Martha, when May is really here?" asked Anne. 

"Perhaps, " replied Aunt Martha, "if the minister sees no objection, and ifwe get good news before that time, why, a May-day party would be a prettything. The boys could put up the May-pole near the spring, and there willbe all sorts of wild things in blossom by that time. "

When they started off for the marshes Anne told Amanda what her AuntMartha had said, and Mrs. Cary and Amos were greatly interested. Amos saidthat he knew where he could get a fine pole, and Mrs. Cary said that thelittle girls could gather flowers and fasten them to the pole with vinesand strings before it was set up. 

"And there must be a big wreath fastened on top of the pole, " said Mrs. Cary, "and by rights there should be long bright streamers coming downfrom the top for each to hold and twist in and out as they dance aroundit. "

"Can we not take long strings and fasten flowers about them?" asked Anne. 

"Why, yes, indeed!" replied Mrs. Cary. "'twill be better than any brightribbons. Now we must surely have a May-day party. Near the spring will bethe very place. "

As they searched for thoroughwort, and picked the tender spruce and pinetips, they all talked of the coming May-day, but Amos soon began to lookabout for a good place to make his fire. He had brought the fish in acovered basket, and said that he knew he could cook it as well as if hehad a kettle to boil it in. He made a fire at a little distance from thewoods, and then busied himself in putting up two crotched sticks, one oneach side of the fire; a third stick rested across these two, and from ithung the fish, directly over the blaze. 

Amos watched his fire very carefully, and kept a brisk blaze until thefish began to grow brown and steam. Then he declared that it was nearlycooked, and so let his fire die down until only a bed of smouldering coalsremained. 

They all thought the fish tasted as good as if it had been cooked in a panor kettle, and Mrs. Cary had a fine cake of Indian meal, and with Anne'smolasses cake they all said that it was the best dinner any one couldhave. The April sky was soft and blue, the sun warm, and Amos was surethat in a few days he could go in swimming. 

"And it's only the nineteenth of April, " said Anne. 

Afterward these children always remembered the nineteenth of April, andwould say, "That was the day we had our picnic at the marshes, " and onthat day the minutemen were gathered at Lexington and Earl Percy wasurging his tired men to meet them, and the great battle which did so muchto settle the fate of the Americans was fought. 

But the people at Province Town did not know of this until long afterward. If Anne had known on the day when she was so happy, thinking of theMay-day to come, and watching Amos cook the fish over the fire, that herdear father with other brave men was at Cambridge on guard waiting for theBritish, who were determined to make a stand in their flight from theminutemen, and that on that very day her good friends, the Freemans, werehurrying away toward Watertown to escape the dangers of war which nowcentered about Boston, she would not have cared so much about the May-dayplans. 

"It would be well to ask all the grown people as well as the children tothe May party, " said Mrs. Cary, as the little party made its way towardhome that afternoon. "I do not think there has ever been a May-day partybefore in the town, and it will be good for all of us to try and becheerful. "

Anne and Amanda looked at her wonderingly. The world seemed a verycheerful and happy place to both the little girls, and they could not knowhow anxious the older people were that the trouble with England might sooncome to an end. 

CHAPTER XVI

THE MAY PARTY

"A May-day party, eh?" said Elder Haven, when Anne and Amanda told him ofthe plan. "Why, I think it an excellent idea. It will surely be a pleasantsight to see the children dance about the May-pole, and I shall like wellto come. "

After Elder Haven had approved the parents could find nothing wrong in theidea, and all the children went Maying for arbutus and trailing evergreensto wind about the pole. 

Early on the morning of May-day Amos and Jimmie were at the spring with along smooth pole. The other children soon followed them, and Mrs. Starkweather came to show them how to fasten the wreath at the top and thelong strings covered with vines and blossoms which Anne and Amanda, withthe help of Mrs. Stoddard and the Starkweather boys, had made ready theday before. 

"We used often to dance about a May-pole when I was a girl in Barnstable, "said Mrs. Starkweather. "To be sure it is an old English custom, and justnow England does not seem our friend, but 'Tis a pleasant custom that wedo well to follow. I know a little song that we all used to sing as wetook hold of the bright streamers. "

"I know that song, " said Dannie; "you call it 'May Song. '"

"Why, yes, " said Mrs. Starkweather, "I'm sure all my boys know it. I'vesung them all to sleep by it; and 'Tis one I sing about my work, for 'Tisa cheerful and a merry lilt. "

"It goes this way, " said Dannie, and began to sing:

 "Birds in the tree; Humming of bees, Wind singing over the sea; Happy May-days, Now do we praise, As we dance gladly round the May tree. "

As Dannie sang his mother and brothers joined in with him, and the otherchildren listened in delight. 

"Can you not sing it when we do 'dance round the May tree, ' AuntStarkweather?" asked Anne; "and if Dannie will sing it over to us a fewtimes I am sure that we can all sing it, and then Elder Haven can hearus. "

Dannie liked to sing, and he sang the little verse over and over againuntil all the children knew it, and until his mother said that they mustall run home and make themselves tidy, and then come back, as the dancearound the May-pole was to be at two o'clock. 

"I do wish that Uncle Enos could see it, " said Anne, as she put on her newwhite pinafore over her plaid dress, and fastened the coral beads aroundher neck; "I know well he would like to hear the song. "

"The boats went out early and may get in in good time, " said Aunt Martha. 

"Mrs. Starkweather says that there is always a Queen of the May--a littlegirl whom the other children choose to wear a wreath on her head, andwhatever the Queen tells them to do they must do all May-day, " said Anne, as she and Mrs. Stoddard walked toward the spring, "but I do think theother children have forgotten all about it. "

"What makes the children want to choose one to obey, I wonder, " said Mrs. Stoddard, smiling down at Anne. 

"It must be because 'Tis a little girl whom they all like, and who isalways kind and pleasant to the other children, " said Anne. "If 'twas aKing of the May we would all want Jimmie Starkweather; but there are notso many girls as boys. "

The other children were all at the spring with bunches and wreaths offlowers, and Anne was surprised to see that a mound of sand had beenheaped up and covered with pine boughs. 

"What is that for?" she asked. 

"That's a throne for the Queen, " said Dannie Starkweather. 

Mrs. Cary and Mrs. Starkweather were talking with the children, and asAnne came near they formed into a little circle round her, joining handsand singing:

 "Our May-queen, Queen of the May, We're ready to serve you All this bright day. "

Then Willie Starkweather, who was only four years old, took Anne's handand led her to the "throne" and said, "You mutht thit down, Anne, " forWillie lisped, "and I'll put the crown on. "

So Anne sat down on the pine-covered sand-heap, and Willie put a wreath offragrant arbutus on her head. 

Captain Enos, hurrying up from the shore, thought it the prettiest sighthe had ever seen. The tall pole, covered with green vines and brightblossoms, the children forming in a circle round Anne, and the pleasantMay skies over all, seemed to the sailor to make a picture worthremembering. 

Then came the dance round the May-pole and the song. By this time, theother men had come up from the shore; Elder Haven was there, and every onein the little settlement had gathered at the spring. It was a circle ofhappy faces, and when the time came for them all to start for their homes, each one said that Province Town had never seen so pretty a sight. 

"'Tis something we shall like to think about, " said Elder Haven to JimmieStarkweather, as the two walked toward the Elder's house. 

Anne was sure that it was the happiest day in her life. "I wish my fathercould have seen me, Aunt Martha, " she said, as they walked toward home. "'Twould please him well to know the children like me. 'Tis only a yearsince they did scorn me at the spring. "

"You must forget about that, Anne, " said Aunt Martha. "They chose you forQueen because you have been a pleasant child. You see, it matters not whatthey said before they knew you. "

"Aunt Martha!" exclaimed Anne, suddenly looking up toward the harbor, "see! There are two big ships coming down the bay. "

"We are not to be in peace long, " said Mrs. Stoddard. "They are comingstraight to anchorage. "

Every one soon knew that the "Somerset" was back again, and now theEnglish sailors took no trouble to be civil. They laid hands on provisionsof all sorts, but nevertheless they brought good news. 

William Trull found a chance to tell Captain Enos that the Americans hadwon the battle at Lexington. "We'll be in harbor here but a day or two, "he added; "we must be back to watch the Americans at Charlestown. " And, sure enough, the next morning the big ships had sailed away again, takingwith them many things that the little settlement could ill spare. 

As the summer days lengthened, Anne longed more and more for some news ofher father. The battle of Bunker Hill had brought another triumph to theAmericans, but the English vessels still cruised about the coast, makingthe fishermen careful about going far from shore. 

"Uncle Enos, could we not go to Boston again and find my father?" Annewould ask, and Captain Enos would grow serious and shake his head, and sayit would be too great a risk to undertake. So Anne helped Aunt Martha withthe work of the house, played with her doll under the pine trees, andwandered about the shore with Amanda, but always thinking of her absentfather, and wishing that she might go and find him. 

"I am past nine years old. If I was a boy, I could sail a boat to Boston, "she said to Amanda one day, as they went down to the beach to watch thefishing-boats come in. 

"Yes, " agreed Amanda; "I guess that Amos could sail a boat to Bostonbefore he was nine. "

"Then he could sail one there now, " exclaimed Anne. "Oh, Amanda, wouldn'tAmos sail us to Boston to find my father? Uncle Enos will not; he says'Tis not safe. But surely the English would not hurt two little girls anda boy. Would Amos be afraid?"

"Afraid of what?" Amos had come up beside them, and the sound of his voicemade them jump. 

"Afraid to sail a boat to Boston, " explained Anne. 

"That would be easy enough, " declared the boy, "and I would like well toget the chance to sail father's 'Peggy' to Boston. "

"Will you, Amos? And take Amanda and me with you to find my father? I willtake all the blame, indeed I will. And if we find him and bring him back, they will all think you a brave boy, Amos. "

"They will not let us start, " said Amos. "We'd have to put off in thenight. But I'll do it. You girls must bring along something to eat, andwe'll start at midnight. "

"When?" asked Anne. 

"To-night, " answered the boy. "Why, 'twill be a greater adventure than anyboy of this settlement ever had. If we make Boston, I may be made prisonerby the British, " and Amos looked as happy over the prospect as Anne did atthe thought of finding her father. 

"Mistress Stoddard will not be pleased, " cautioned Amanda. 

"She did not greatly blame me before, " said Anne. "She knows I want muchto see my father, and Uncle Enos does not want to go. If we sail safelythere and home, it will save Uncle Enos trouble. He will not have to gohimself. "

"Should we see Rose Freeman?" asked Amanda. 

"It may be, " said Anne. 

"I would like well to go, if we could see her, " Amanda said thoughtfully. 

Amos was now full of plans for the trip. There would be a favoring tide atmidnight, and he was sure they could sail out of the harbor and be well ontheir way by morning; and, giving the girls many cautions about being onthe shore at the right time, he went happily off to look over the sloop"Peggy, " and to wonder what Jimmie Starkweather would say if he knew thathe, Amos, was going to sail a boat straight up to Boston!

CHAPTER XVII

THE SLOOP, "PEGGY"

The sloop, "Peggy, " was becalmed. Anne, Amanda and Amos looked over thesmooth stretch of water, but there was not a ripple to be seen. Sincesunrise, the boat had not moved. They had made the start at midnight, asthey had planned, and had sailed away under a fair wind; but before thesun rose the wind had died away, and the mainsail now swung back and forthand the boat drifted slowly with the current. 

None of the children had thought of bringing a jug of fresh water, and thesalt fish and corn bread which they had brought along for food made themvery thirsty. 

"We're off Barnstable now, " said Amos. "I've a mind to let the boat driftin nearer shore and anchor, and then row ashore in the tender and get somewater. "

[Illustration: THE BOAT BEGAN TO TIP]

"How far is Barnstable from Boston?" asked Anne. 

"Miles and miles, " answered Amos. "'Tis only about half-way up the capefrom Province Town. "

"Then we could not walk to Boston from there?"

"No, " said Amos; "why should we walk? There'll be a good breeze comesunset. All we need is a good drink of water, and there's a water-jug inthe cabin. I can take it ashore and fill it at some spring. "

As the children talked, the current had carried the boat steadily towardshore, but now it did not move. 

"She's stuck on a sand-bar, " exclaimed Amos, "and the tide's turning. Perhaps I can walk ashore. "

It was not long before the boat began to tip to one side, and as the tidewent out, they found themselves on a sand-bar, a full half mile fromshore. The water seemed to flow in little channels, like wide brooks, hereand there, between the boat and the land, and Amos wondered if he couldeither jump or wade those channels. The hot July sun beat down upon them, they were very thirsty and uncomfortable, and Amanda began to wish herselfat home. 

"We ought not to have started, " she said, ready to cry. "I know my motherwon't like it, and Mistress Stoddard will not like it, either. "

Anne was very quiet. She was thirsty, hot and uncomfortable, and being runaground on a sand-bar near a strange shore was a very different thing fromher other prosperous voyage with Captain Enos. What if they should neverreach Boston at all?

"They will all think that we have run away this time, " said Amos, who hadstepped over the side of the boat onto the sand-bar. 

"Oh, no, they won't, " said Anne. "I wrote on a smooth chip, 'Amanda andAmos and I have gone to Boston to find my father, ' and put it on thekitchen table. "

"I believe I could get across those channels some way, " declared Amos, "and I am so thirsty that I'm going to try it. "

Amanda brought him the small stone jug from the cabin, and telling thegirls not even to step out of the boat until he came back, Amos startedfor the shore. They saw him wade the first channel, run across a longstretch of wet sand, cross the other channel and reach the shore safely. 

"Goody!" exclaimed Amanda; "now he will find a spring, fill the jug andhurry back, and we can have a good drink of water, " and she turnedsmilingly to Anne. But Anne was looking very sober. She had been thinkingover her other trip, and now remembered what Mrs. Stoddard had said whenshe returned from Boston. 

"Oh, Amanda!" she said, looking ready to cry, "when I ran off before withUncle Enos, Aunt Martha did tell me that I must never do so again. Now Ihave disobeyed her, and perhaps she will not want me to live with her anymore. "

"Then you can live with your father, " answered Amanda cheerfully. 

"But my father was to live with us, " said Anne. "He was to have the big, pleasant loft that looks toward the water, and was to help Uncle Enos withthe fishing. Perhaps they will not want either of us since I have been sounruly and disobedient. "

Amanda longed to tell Anne that she should have a home with her, but sheremembered that the white kitten had to be given away because they couldnot afford to keep it, and so kept silent. 

"I hope Amos will not linger, " she said, after a little silence. "Heforgets that we are as thirsty as he is. "

The little girls watched the shore anxiously, expecting every minute tosee Amos hurrying back with a jug full of fresh water, but time passed andhe did not come. 

"I think the tide has turned, " said Amanda. "See, the channels arewidening every minute. If Amos does not come soon the water will be toodeep. Oh, dear! I am afraid something has befallen him. "

"What could befall him?" questioned Anne. "'Tis a smooth and pleasantshore, with much taller trees than grow about Province Town. He is justplaying about and has forgotten us. "

Anne was nearly right, for after Amos had found a fine boiling spring andhad drunk all he wanted and then filled his jug, he had sat down to restunder a wide-spreading oak tree. The day was hot, he was very tired andsleepy, having been awake all the night before, and without forgetting the"Peggy" or her crew, he dropped gently off to sleep. The tide came in, lifted the "Peggy" from the sand-bar and a gentle breeze carried hersteadily out from shore, and Amos slept on, knowing nothing of what hadhappened. The sun was very low in the western sky when he awoke. He satup, rubbed his eyes, snatched up the jug and ran to the shore, but therewas no boat to be seen. 

Amos was now thoroughly frightened. He ran up and down the quiet shore, calling the name of his boat and shouting, "Amanda!" "Anne!" at the top ofhis voice. The shadows of the summer night deepened, a little haze roseover the water, and Amos, crouching down near the water's edge, waited fornight to come. 

"I know I shall never sleep any more, " he whispered to himself, hardlydaring to think of what might happen to the little girls. He wished thathe had lowered the mainsail before coming ashore. 

"I ought to have dropped anchor, anyway, " he said aloud, and almost forgotto be hungry in his anxiety. 

The shadows grew deeper, night settled down on land and sea and Amos wentfast asleep again, with his bare feet almost within reach of the wavesthat rolled so softly up over the smooth sand. 

Anne and Amanda watched the tide come in about the "Peggy, " and soon feltthe boat move under them. Then the mainsail filled and swung out, as thebreeze came up. 

"Try and steer ashore, Amanda, " exclaimed Anne. 

"I dare not touch the rudder, " said Amanda. "Whenever I have been in aboat, my father has told me to sit still; and I do think it is the bestthing we can do now, Anne. "

"Mayhap the wind will take us home again, " said Anne, "and then yourfather will come back and find Amos. "

"More like 'twill take us straight out to sea, " said Amanda. 

"'Tis all my fault, " said Anne; "I did prevail on you and Amos to come. "

"We both liked well to come, " answered Amanda stoutly. "Amos should haveknown better, for he is older. But he likes a risk over well, and now hecan play shipwrecked to his heart's desire. "

"My eyes are heavy with sleep, " said Anne. "Let us say the small prayerthat Elder Haven taught us and sleep a little. 'Tis dark and foggy; we cansee nothing. "

Amanda reached out her sunburned little hand and clasped Anne's, and theyrepeated aloud the prayer, asking for help and protection, which ElderHaven had taught them; then, curling themselves up in the bottom of theboat, they went fast asleep. 

But the "Peggy" did not sail far. The wind died away, and the boat driftedwith the tide. When the little girls awoke it was bright sunshine, and abig ship was coming slowly down upon them. 

"'Tis a Britisher!" Amanda exclaimed; "like as not she's bound for Englandand will carry us straight off, " and Amanda began crying bitterly. 

Before Anne could answer there came a hail from the ship, and Anne andAmanda called back, "Sloop 'Peggy'! Sloop 'Peggy'!" as loudly as theycould, as they had heard Province Town captains do in answer to hails fromharbor boats. 

It was not long before the big vessel was near enough for the sailors todistinguish that there were only two little girls on board the driftingsloop, and a man was ready with a stout boat-hook, which he grappled aboutthe "Peggy's" mast, and a big man with reddish hair and blue eyes sliddown a rope and swung himself on board the sloop. 

"Zounds!" exclaimed the sailor, "if 'Tis not the little Province Town maidagain! And adrift like this. I'll have to take you to England and letBetsey and Harriet take care of you!"

Before he had finished both Anne and Amanda had begun to cry. They weresure now that they should never see home again, and William Trull had sometrouble in convincing them that he did not mean to take them to England. 

But the captain had small patience with the delay, and called out that'twas best to sink the sloop rather than lose a fair wind out of harbor. 

"I cannot be leaving two helpless maids adrift, " William Trull calledback. "They are from the Province Town settlement. "

"Take them back to it, if you like, and find your way across the Atlanticas best you may, " retorted the English captain angrily. "We can't stand byfor such folly. "

Poor William Trull looked at the little girls in dismay. To be leftstranded on American territory was the last thing he desired. 

"Can't you tow our boat down to Province Town?" pleaded Anne. "We won'thurt you. "

"Ha! ha!" laughed the captain, and even William Trull joined in thelaughter of the crew, while Anne and Amanda wondered why the sailorslaughed. "Well, " and the captain's voice was more friendly as he leanedover his ship's railing and gazed down at the little girls, "if you won'trun us down we'll take you along that far. You can stay on the sloop, Trull, till we get near the tip of the cape. 'Tis plain American childrenare not easily frighted. "

The sloop was now taken in tow, and although the little girls pleaded thata boat be sent to find Amos, William Trull shook his head. 

"'twill not do, " he declared, "to ask it of the captain; and if the boy bea smart boy he'll make his way home, never fear. "

It was some comfort to Amanda to declare that Amos was the smartest boy inthe settlement; that he could make fire as Indians did, and that he knewmany ways of snaring birds and fish. 

"Never fear for a boy like that, " said the sailor. 

Anne was eager to ask him if he knew anything of her father, and WilliamTrull owned that he did. 

"'twas your father who some way got word to Newburyport and Portsmouth mento be ready to fight, " he said. "'twas cleverly done, they tell me, but noone has found out how. "

"I know, " said Anne, "because I helped. " Then remembering CaptainStoddard's caution, she put her hand over her mouth. "I must not tell, "she said. 

The sailor looked at her in astonishment. "Even the children are'rebels, '" he declared, "and helping when chance comes. 'Tis a greatcountry. I'll not question you, child, but I'll tell my little girls aboutyou, and that you helped to send the English home. Your own father willsoon be telling you how the Americans drove the English; but you must keepa kind thought for me. "

"Oh, I do wish you would stay and be an American, Mr. William Trull, andbring your little girls to live in Province Town, " said Anne. 

"Who knows?" said the sailor. "It may be I'll be coming back with myfamily. I like this country well. Your father will be coming to ProvinceTown soon, never fear, " he added, "for now Boston port is open to all, andthe fishermen are going in and out as they please. "

Amanda had not been much interested in what the sailor had to say. She wasthinking that Amos must be very hungry; and when William Trull climbedaboard the big vessel and the sloop dropped behind near the Province Townshore, she was greatly rejoiced. 

It was not long that the "Peggy" was alone. Men on shore had been watchingand were quick to recognize the sloop, and a boat was sent out. Amandarecognized that her father was in it, as well as Captain Enos and JimmieStarkweather, and called out in delight. There was an anxious crowd on thebeach, and Mrs. Stoddard and Amanda's mother ran eagerly forward to greetthe little girls, and to ask what had become of Amos. 

It was soon evident that Jimmie Starkweather and the other boys wereinclined to be envious of Amos's good fortune; and when Mr. Cary made hisown boat ready to sail for Barnstable to bring Amos home Jimmie was veryproud to be selected to accompany him. 

"How shall we ever feel safe about thee, child?" said Mrs. Stoddard, asshe and Anne walked toward home. "Are you always to be seeking your fatherwithout telling us? If you had but waited you would have saved us all thisworry, and Amos would now be safe at home. "

"But I have news, Aunt Martha, " pleaded Anne. "Mr. William Trull told memy father might soon be with us. I will not leave you again, unless, indeed, you no longer want me. "

"Of course we want you, Anne. But I have better news than the Englishsailor gave you. Look! Here comes some one whom you will be glad to see, "but before she had finished speaking Anne had sprung forward with anexclamation of delight, for her father was coming down the path to theshore. 

"I came down in one of Mr. Freeman's fishing-boats, " he explained, as, hand in hand, he and Anne walked back to join Mrs. Stoddard. Anne dancedalong happily, and Mrs. Stoddard smiled as she looked at the little girl. 

"And now I hope for peace, " declared the good woman. "Anne will not letyou go again, John Nelson. You will have to be content to stay in ProvinceTown. "

The next day Elder Haven came to see John Nelson to hear more about thegreat triumphs of the Americans; and when Anne's father told him ofCaptain Stoddard's trip to Newburyport, with Anne carrying the importantmessage for the Newburyport patriots, the good clergyman held up his handsin wonder. "She is a brave little maid, " he said. "It should be put onrecord that a maid of Province Town helped the Americans to win their justcause against King George. Indeed it should. "

"She is a brave child, " agreed Captain Enos. "I was sure of it when Iheard her defend her father at the spring, " and the good captain chuckledat the remembrance of Anne's battle with the Cary children, who were nowher staunchest friends. 

"Amos is safe home, and proud enough; he is lording it well over hismates, " said Elder Haven. "You must not run away again, Anne, " he addedmore gravely, resting a gentle hand on the dark head. 

"No, oh, no!" replied Anne, "not unless my father and Aunt Martha andUncle Enos go with me. "