But on this day Rob was a little careless about pulling the boat up far enough upon the island after all had landed. While the merry party was on the other side of the island the boat floated away. Then to make matters worse the sky suddenly became overcast with clouds telling of the storm that was coming. Lena saw what happened to the boat and presently she saw the five picnickers hurrying toward the spot where they had left the boat. She could imagine how they felt when they saw their boat floating down stream. "What can they do!" lamented Lena. "They will be soaked sure and perhaps the river will rise and sweep them away." In hard storms Lena had seen the water rise quickly and hide all of the island except the bushes that grew upon it. Lena could not telephone for help for there was no telephone in the house. But she put her mind to work and thought of a way to rescue the castaways. "Come, Waggy," she called to her spaniel. "You must go to the market." Lena wrote a message on a piece of paper and put it into the pail which Waggy always carried when he went to the meat market. "Mr. Jones," wrote Lena, "please send somebody to the island near our house. Rob's boat has floated away and five friends of mine can't get off the island. There's a big storm coming. Please be quick!" Waggy took the note in his pail to the butcher thinking of course that he was going to be given some meat to carry home. But he was surprised to see Mr. Jones hurry away toward the river. A little later Lena was overjoyed to see five very wet and draggled friends of hers coming into her house to wait until the storm was over. [Illustration: Lena was overjoyed to see five wet and draggled friends of hers coming into her house.] ON ACCOUNT OF THE BUNNIES. BY EMMA C. DOWD. Pauline looked through the picket fence and scowled. "Oh, those poor little rabbits!" she whispered to herself. "I don't believe that boy has fed them this morning. And now he's gone off to play ball. It is a shame!" She glanced under the grape arbor, where some chickweed was growing luxuriantly, and for a minute she hesitated. The next, she was down among the chickweed, pulling it up by the handful. She approached the fence again, looked cautiously around, to make sure nobody was in sight, and then thrust the green stuff between the pickets. That first time of Pauline's feeding the rabbits was followed by a second and a third, and finally it came to be a common thing for her to peer through the fence to see if they were supplied with food, and if not to carry them a good meal. One morning Pauline was feeding them with celery tips, and, having become a bit careless, stopped to see them enjoy their feast. When she looked up she was disconcerted to see their owner watching her--only a few feet away. "I beg your pardon," she began, hesitatingly, "but I just thought I'd bring your rabbits a little celery." And she turned to go.