be on one of the vessels that gets
wrecked."

"Then they'll all get drowned."

"No, they needn't; they can cling to a raft and go ashore on some
desert island."

Having saved the lives as well as the reputations of the Hips family,
although they would probably lose everything else, Mary was satisfied,
but Molly was ready to compromise. A little spice of wickedness seemed
necessary to make her Applebys interesting. "My family can be
smugglers," she announced, "but I don't want them to be pirates and I
don't want them wrecked either. Smugglers aren't so wicked as pirates;
they only bring in things that you ought to pay duty on, Uncle Dick
told me, and Mary's father told her that in England almost everything
comes in free, and that the United States is as mean as can be about
making people pay for what is brought into the country. A lady, Molly
saw on the steamer when they came over, had an awful time about a
shabby old sealskin coat she'd had for years, and just because she wore
it ashore from the steamer, they made an awful fuss about it."

"Well, I don't understand about it, but if the United States said it
was wrong, of course it must have been; they are always right," said
Polly loyally. "I don't exactly know about smuggling," she confessed,
"however, the Roseberries are going to be smugglers."

"Uncle Dick was telling us about smugglers the other night."

"Yes, I know, that is what made me think of it. He showed me the
island where there used to be a smuggler's cave."

"I remember it; we saw it when we were out sailing one day."

"We must build a birch bark ship for the Hips family," said Polly,
changing the subject. "Your Applebys can live on my island and if they
don't want to associate with the Roseberries they can have a cave to
themselves."

"Roseberry is such a nice pleasant name for wicked people," remarked
Mary. "Why don't you call them something else?"

"Nobody ever does call them that," returned Polly readily. "The father
is the leader of the gang, and he is Bold Ben. His three sons are
One-eyed Peter, Crooked Tom, and Sly Sam. They call his wife Old Mag,
and then there are two cousins, twins; they are Smiling Steve and
Grinning Jim."

"Oh, Polly, how do you think of such names?" said Molly delightedly.
"What does Old Mag do?"

"She pulls in things from the wreck and she cooks the meals. Then,
when the men are all away smuggling, she sits in the cave and spends
her time looking a