"I've dug all the clams I'm going to; don't intend to get all the food for the boarding-house," answered Jimmy, somewhat sulkily, leaving Flint to answer the last question. "It is ten minutes after twelve," he said, looking at his watch. "Dear me!" ejaculated Winifred, "I had no idea it was so late. I promised Dr. Cricket to play chess with him at twelve." She rose as she spoke, and stretched out her hand for the golf cape; but Flint kept it quietly, and started on by her side. "Are you going all the way to the house?" Jimmy asked. "If your sister permits." "Oh, then, you might as well take the other handle of this basket." "Jimmy!" exclaimed Winifred, "I'm ashamed of you." "Well, you needn't be. You'd better be ashamed of yourself, saying one thing to a fellow's face, and another behind his back. Sitting there for an hour talking with Mr. Flint, as if he were your best friend, when only last night you said--" "Jim, how near the shore should you say that sloop lay?" Flint inquired in even tones. "'T ain't a sloop at all; it's a schooner," returned Jim, contemptuously. "Why, to be sure, so it is. How stupid in me! I suppose all my nautical learning went down in 'The Aquidneck.' By the way, Mr. Brady and I are talking of going up to the wreck soon to try what can be got out of her by diving. Wouldn't you like to go along?" "Wouldn't I!" responded Jimmy, _con brio_. "Don't you forget it!" His sister gave a dubious glance over the boy's head at Flint; but he only smiled in return. This smile so transformed his face that the girl beside him fell secretly to wondering whether her instinct of character-reading, upon which she prided herself, had not played her false in the case of this man, and whether she might not be called upon for a complete reversal of judgment,--so apt we are to mistake the momentary mood for the index of character. They walked on in silence along the margin of the bank, Flint with the cape thrown over one arm, while he and Jimmy carried the basket, heavy with clams, between them. The blue water shoaled into emerald at their feet; a single white gull soared and swooped above their heads. The long sunburned grasses swayed in the summer wind, and the clouds floated tranquilly over all. How tiny the three human figures seemed in the wide setting of earth, sea, and sky! As they passed the bluff on the other side of the cove from Captain's Hill, Jimmy suddenly dropped his side of the basket of clams. "Hi!" he exclaimed. "Why can't we go up into the light-house, now Mr. Flint is with us?" "Not to-day," answered his sister, repressively. "Mr. Flint may have other engagements, and then, you know, Dr. Cricket is waiting for his game of chess." "As for me," said Flint, "I was never more at leisure; and as for your appointment with the Doctor, I advise you to adopt my motto: 'Better never than late.'" Winifred hesitated. "Oh, come on!" persisted her small brother. "Don't be a chump, Fred. You never used to be."