"Dick and me are going to learn to read by ourselves," announced Tiny, spreading out her picture on the table. This would enhance its value to everybody, she thought, since Dame Peters set such store by it solely because of the picture. And so she did not venture to turn it over to con the letters on the other side until after Bob had come in, and they had all looked at it. "What's it all about?" asked Bob, turning to the smoking plate of fish which his mother had just placed on the table. "Don't you see it's a kind man putting his hand on the boys' heads?" said Tiny, rather scornfully. "Oh, anybody can see that," said Bob. "But what does it mean? That's what I want to know." But Tiny could only shake her head as she gazed earnestly at the print. "I dunno what it is," she said, with a sigh. "Come, come, you must put that away for to-night," said Mrs. Coomber; "you ought to have been in bed an hour ago;" and she would have taken the picture away, but Tiny hastily snatched it up, and, carefully folding it, wrapped it in another piece of paper, and then begged that it might be put away in a drawer for fear it should be lost before the morning. Mrs. Coomber smiled as she took it from her hand. "I'll take care of it," she said, "and you go and get your supper." It was not often that the fisherman's family were up so late as this, but no one seemed in a hurry to go to bed. Coomber himself was so good-tempered that his wife and Bob forgot their habitual fear of him in listening to his account of how brave Tiny had been, and how Dame Peters thought she was growing very fast. Then Tiny had to sing one verse of "Star of Peace," after she had finished her supper--Mrs. Coomber would not let her sing more than that, for she was looking very sleepy and tired--and then they all went to bed, with a strange, new feeling of peace and content, Mrs. Coomber vaguely wondering what had become of the whisky bottle, and wishing every night could be like this. As soon as her eyes were open the next morning Tiny thought of her treasure, and crept into the boys' room to tell Dick the wonderful news. But to her surprise she found the bed was empty; and, peeping into the kitchen, saw Mrs. Coomber washing up the breakfast things. "Oh, mammy, what is the time?" she exclaimed, but yawning as she spoke. "Oh, you're awake at last. Make haste and put your clothes on, and come and have your breakfast," said Mrs. Coomber. "Where's Dick?" asked Tiny. "He's helping daddy and Bob with the net; and you can go, too, when you've had your breakfast. Daddy wouldn't let the boys come and wake you 'cos you was so tired last night." "What are they doing to the net?" asked Tiny, as she came to the table. "Mending it, of course. Daddy's going shrimping to-day." "What a bother that net is," said Tiny. "Daddy's always mending it." "Yes, so he is, deary. It's old, you see, and we can't afford to get a new one."