ant Sandown, in the Isle of Wight, and a fine time they were
having. The mornings were spent in building castles and digging wells on
the broad, yellow sands, and, when not _too_ hot, the afternoons
frequently passed in like manner; while in the cool sun-setting time
after tea, their father always took them for a nice walk over the cliffs
to Shanklin, or along the country lanes to Yaverland, or away to some
lovely inland meadow where they could pick big white marguerites and
golden buttercups as many as their hands could hold.

One morning Daisy was busily looking for nice pieces of seaweed and
pretty little stones to ornament a grotto she and Jimmie had built, when
she heard him calling, "Daisy! Daisy! _You_ don't know what _I've_ got!"

Of course she ran to look, and found Jimmie on his knees, watching with
great interest the movements of a tiny crab, who seemed to have come out
for a walk without his mother, and lost his way.

"Poor little thing!" said tender-hearted Daisy. "It doesn't like the hot
sun. Let's put it in some cool, shady place, where the sea will come up
to it."

"I'm going to take it home with me," answered Jimmie.

"What for? You haven't got a 'quarium."

"To play with, of course."

"Oh, Jimmie, it won't like that!" cried Daisy, in real anxiety. "It
wants to be in the water. You don't know how to feed it, or anything,
and it'll die!"

"No, it won't. You're silly--you're only a girl, and you're _frightened_
of it. _I_ know!" said Jimmie scornfully.

"I'm not afraid of it one bit!" Daisy protested. "I'd pick it up with my
fingers. But I'm sure it must be frightened of you. Oh, Jimmie, _do_ let
me put it in the sea again, there's a dear, good boy!"

Jimmie, however, lest he should lose his prize, caught it up in a
twinkling, and stuffed it in his pocket. "You go there!" he said. "And
if you nip, I'll pay you!"

Daisy's distress was evident, and tears were gathering in her blue eyes;
for she knew that everything which has life has feeling too, and she
could not bear to have even a baby crab made uncomfortable. But Jimmie,
I am sorry to say, was not so tender over her, nor enough of a man to
give up his own way in a little thing to make his sister happy. So, in
spite of her entreaties, poor wee crabbie was condemned to durance vile
in the hot and stifling pocket of Jimmie's knickerbockers, and Daisy had
a sorry spot in her heart for the rest of the morning.

When the children went indoors th