Anne squealed and struggled, and finally waded in until the water came up to her knees. "Don't take me any farther, Judy," she begged, and when Judy saw her frightened face, she let her go. "Sit on the sand, then, and watch me, Annekins," she advised. "You will get used to this after a while and enjoy it as much as I do." She was off with a run and a leap, and for fifteen minutes or more she was over and under and up and down on the waves like a snowy mermaid. "And now for breakfast," said the young lady in white, as she dashed up the sands, with raincoat flying and towel fluttering in the breeze. Ten minutes later two red-cheeked, wet-haired damsels rushed into the dining-room and kissed the Judge, who sat at the head of the table with his newspaper propped up in front of him. "Bless my soul," he said, gazing at them over his spectacles, "are you really up?" "We have been up for an hour," gurgled Anne, happily, "and in bathing." But Judy did not stop for explanations, "Oh, waffles, waffles. Perkins, I love you. How did you know I wanted waffles?" "You said you would have an appetite, Miss," said the beaming Perkins, "and there's nothing that touches the spot on a cool morning like waffles." He exchanged satisfied glances with the Judge as Judy finished her sixth section, having further supplemented the waffles with a dish of berries and a lamb chop. "We are going down to the bay after breakfast," announced Judy. "And I am going to take a book and read on the sand," planned Anne. "Books, nothing," said Judy, slangily. "We are going to sail and catch crabs." "Little red crabs?" asked Anne with interest. "No, big blue ones, you goosie, and then Perkins will cook them for us. Won't you, Perkins?" "Anything you say, Miss," said Perkins, resignedly. But it rained the next day, and after that they went sailing in Judy's own sailboat "The Princess," which she could manage as well as any man, and after that they drove to town with the Judge, so that it was over a week before the crabbing expedition came to pass. The Breakers stood on a strip of land between the bay and the ocean. It was on a peninsula, but the connecting link with the mainland was many miles away, so that for all practical purposes the house was on an island, with the ocean in front and the bay behind, and all the pleasures that both made possible. Anne was entranced with the delights of crabbing. It was very exciting to get the great rusty fellows on the line, tow them up to the top of the water, where the competent Perkins nabbed them with the crab-net. Perkins caught crabs as he did everything else, expertly, and with dignity. His only concession to the informality of the sport was a white yachting cap and a white linen coat, and it was a sight worth going miles to see, to watch him officiate at a catch. The great vicious fellows might clash their claws in vain, for Perkins subdued them with a scientific clutch at the back that rendered them helpless.