These cushions lifted up, and underneath were kept books, dishes, clothes, in fact, all sorts of things. Every bit of room on a vessel is always precious, there can be so little of it, anyway. Helen showed Phyllis her sleeping room. It was a mite of a place, about half as big as the bed Phyllis slept in at home. The walls were lined with blue satin and the bed was covered with blue satin, and it was a real blue satin nest for a little girl, instead of for a bird. Then they went on deck to watch the sailors, who were running up and down the rigging. Arthur has been on his father's yacht so much, for his father owns the _Starlight_, that he can run up and down the ratlines almost as fast as the sailors can. The ratlines are the rope ladders you see in the picture. There was on board a big Newfoundland dog named Gil. Arthur's aunt Lou told them a story about Gil. [Illustration: THE YACHT STARLIGHT.] THE STORY OF THE DOG ON THE YACHT STARLIGHT. [Illustration: {THREE DOGS.}] Now Gil once belonged to an officer in our Navy and he sometimes went to sea with his master. Once when he went on a voyage a little kitten went too. She was everybody's pet and a very friendly kitty. She was afraid of Gil, though, and would never let him come near her, but would make such a loud spitting and growling at him, when he tried to play with her, that poor Gil had to go away and play by himself. One day kitty fell overboard and Gil saw her and plunged into the sea to save her. Kitty thought it was bad enough to fall into the water, but to see Gil come jumping after her was too much, and she was ready to die with fright. When he opened his great mouth to take her and hold her above water, she felt sure that her last moment had come, and she fought and scratched so, that Gil could not get hold of her. The officers stood watching Gil and pussy. Poor little mistaken pussy was getting very tired and would soon sink if she did not let good old Gil save her. Suddenly Gil dove down out of sight and then rose again just under kitty, so that she stood on his back. Puss was so glad to feel something solid under her little tired legs, that she clung to it with all her nails. Then Gil swam slowly to meet the boat which had been sent to pick him up. [Illustration: THE YOUNG ARTIST.] THE NEW PARASOL. [Illustration: {A LITTLE GIRL.}] I've got a brand-new parasol (Of pink silk trimmed with lace), But auntie says 'twill never keep The shine out of _my_ face. Why not, I wonder: if it's held Just in the proper place, Why won't it keep the sunshine out Of anybody's face? She says thick clouds would hardly do (Much less pink silk and lace) To keep the merry sunshine out Of such a dimpled face. But mamma says, "Go take your walk, And never mind aunt Grace." I 'spect I'll have to let the sun Keep shining in my face! THE MAN WHO WAS SHAKEN BY A LION.