ment she handed
to Molly the following brilliant production:

"Golly, Molly,
It's jolly,
Polly

This sent them both into shrieks of merriment, for it took very little
to start the two laughing, and they soon forgot Mary.

"Look here," called Uncle Dick, "I shall have to make you two laugh the
other side of the mouth, for you're tipping the boat all to one aide.
Shift them a little bit further, Ada. We're going to run into the cove
for supper."

The beautiful little cove made a quiet and safe harbor. Here they
anchored and made ready to make coffee, roast potatoes and toast
marshmallows.

_CHAPTER V_

_Mary and the Boy_

Meanwhile Mary at the cottage was disconsolate enough. To be sure
Luella was rather a cheerful companion, and even Miss Ada's Maltese
kitten, Cosey, was not to be despised as giving a comforting presence.
Yet the weight of her loss lay heavily upon Mary, and she soon escaped
from Luella to begin again the weary search. She was on her knees
before a large rock when she heard a voice above her say: "What you
looking for? A sparrow's nest? I know where there is one."

Mary looked up to see a barefooted boy peering down at her. He had a
pleasant face and appeared much as other boys, though she saw at once
that he was a fisherman's son, and not one of the summer visitors.
"No, I'm not looking for a bird's nest," she said slowly; "I've lost
something. Did--did--do you know if any one has found a piece of
jewelry?" It flashed across her that she might do well to confide in
the little lad.

"Why, no, I don't," he replied, "but I'll help you look for it. I'd
just as lief as not. What was it like?"

Mary glanced around her. "I'll tell you," she said, "but I don't want
any one else to know. I am so afraid my aunt will be vexed. It is a
brooch, a diamond brooch in the shape of a star, that I wore to the
party the other night. I lost it coming home, I think."

"It will be pretty hard to find, I'm afraid," said the boy. "Why don't
you tack up a notice in the post-office?"

"Oh, because I don't want my aunt to know. I thought if I could only
find it, I'd so much rather not tell."

"But, say, you don't stand near so good a chance of finding it if
nobody knows."

Mary pondered over this, her desire to find the pin battling with her
desire to keep the loss a secret. "I'll look a little longer," she
said at last, "and then if I don't find it I will have to tell."

"I g