Mr. Simlins seemed for the present to be king of the castle. Horses there were, and wagons, standing here and there, and one or two oldish faces looked out from the windows of one long shanty; but the rest of the birds had flown--into the water! It was the time of low tide, and the long strips of rippling water which lay one beyond the other, were separated by sand banks nearly as long. In these little tide lakes were the bathers,--the more timid near shore, taking almost a sand bath; the more adventurous going further and further out, till the last party bathed beyond the last sand bank. Not dressed in the latest Cape May fashion, nor the latest fashion of any kind; for each had brought some dress too old to be hurt with salt water. Calico frocks, of every hue and pattern,--caps, hand kerchiefs, sun-bonnets,--gave additional force to the cries and shouts and screams which were wafted inshore. But when they began to come in!--and when the bathing dresses were hung on the fence to dry!--and when mermaid visions appeared at the windows!--who shall describe the scene then? Over all, a blue smoke now began to curl and float, rising from the stove-pipe of the eating-house. Mr. Linden had driven up to one of the fence posts, and fastening his horse stood a while watching the show, till the bathers began to draw in from the water. Then helped the ladies out. "Which of these baskets contains my tea, Miss Faith?" he said. "I feel a particular interest in that basket." "Perhaps your tea is in some other basket," said Faith; "but both of these must come into the eating-house. O, thank you, Mr. Linden!" The eating-house was a long shanty, built for the express purpose of feasting picnic and other parties. At one end of it, within the house, was a well of excellent water; at the other end a door opened into a cooking-house, which held a stove; and through the length of the apartment a narrow table of boards was erected, ready to be covered with any description and any succession of table-cloths. In this room Mr. Linden with Faith's help deposited her baskets; while Miss Danforth looked on. At the door of the shanty coming out they met Mr. Simlins. Faith made the introductions. "Happy to have your acquaintance," said Mr. Simlins. "This is a piece of Pattaquasset, sir, that we all of us rather cord'ally like. You haven't seen it before?" "Yes, I don't wonder you like it," said Mr. Linden. "The sea-shore is no novelty to me, sir--such a shore party is." "I hope you'll enjoy it, as the rest of us do. We all do as we like, Mr. Linden--I hope you'll use the grounds as your own. We have the flag flying, sir, and it ratifies liberty to all who amuse themselves under it." Mr. Linden looked up at the stars and stripes, with an acknowledging smile for the benefits thereby conferred.