Then came one of those times that it takes a whole orchestra and a gallery of paintings to tell anything about, for Mrs. Lee as well as her husband was at the beach, and within a minute after "Captain Kinzer" and his crew had landed, poor Dick was being hugged and scolded within an inch of his life, and the other two boys found themselves in the midst of a tumult of embraces and cheers. Frank Harley's turn came soon, moreover, for Ford Foster found his balance, and introduced the "passenger from India" to his father. "Frank Harley!" exclaimed Mr. Foster, "I've heard of you, certainly, but how did you--boys, I don't understand----" "Oh, father, it's all right! We took Frank off the French steamer after she ran ashore." "Ran ashore?" "Yes; down the Jersey coast. We got in company with her in the fog, after the storm. That was yesterday evening." "Down the Jersey coast! Do you mean you've been out at sea?" "Yes, father; and I'd go again, with Dab Kinzer for captain. Do you know, father, he never left the rudder of the 'Swallow' from the moment we started until seven o'clock this morning?" "You owe him your lives!" almost shouted Mr. Foster; and Ford added, "Indeed, we do." It was Dab's own mother's arms that had been around him from the instant he made his appearance, and Samantha and Keziah and Pamela had had to be content with a kiss or so apiece; but dear old Mrs. Foster stopped smoothing Ford's hair and forehead, just then, and gave Dab a right motherly hug, as if she could not express herself in any other way. As for Annie Foster, her face was suspiciously red at the moment, but she walked right up to Dab, after her mother released him, and said: "Captain Kinzer, I've been saying dreadful things about you, but I beg pardon." "I'll be entirely satisfied, Miss Annie," returned Dabney, "if you'll ask somebody to get us something to eat." "Eat!" exclaimed Mrs. Kinzer, "Why, the poor fellows! Of course they're hungry." Of course they were, every one; and the supper-table, after all, was the best place in the world to hear the particulars of their wonderful cruise. Meantime, Dick Lee was led home to a capital supper of his own, and as soon as that was over he was rigged out in his Sunday clothes,--red silk neck-tie and all,--and invited to tell the story of his adventures to a roomful of admiring neighbors. He told it well, modestly ascribing pretty much everything to Dab Kinzer; but there was no reason, in anything he said, for one of his father's friends to ask, next morning: "Bill Lee, does you mean for to say as dem boys run down de French steamah in dat ar' boat?" "Not dat, not zackly." "'Cause, if you does, I jes' want to say I's been down a-lookin' at her, and she aint even snubbed her bowsprit." (_To be continued._) GERTY. BY MARGARET W. HAMILTON.