aincoat flying and towel fluttering in the breeze.

Ten minutes later two red-cheeked, wet-haired damsels rushed into the
dining-room and kissed the Judge, who sat at the head of the table with
his newspaper propped up in front of him.

"Bless my soul," he said, gazing at them over his spectacles, "are you
really up?"

"We have been up for an hour," gurgled Anne, happily, "and in bathing."

But Judy did not stop for explanations, "Oh, waffles, waffles.
Perkins, I love you. How did you know I wanted waffles?"

"You said you would have an appetite, Miss," said the beaming Perkins,
"and there's nothing that touches the spot on a cool morning like
waffles."

He exchanged satisfied glances with the Judge as Judy finished her
sixth section, having further supplemented the waffles with a dish of
berries and a lamb chop.

"We are going down to the bay after breakfast," announced Judy.

"And I am going to take a book and read on the sand," planned Anne.

"Books, nothing," said Judy, slangily. "We are going to sail and catch
crabs."

"Little red crabs?" asked Anne with interest.

"No, big blue ones, you goosie, and then Perkins will cook them for us.
Won't you, Perkins?"

"Anything you say, Miss," said Perkins, resignedly.

But it rained the next day, and after that they went sailing in Judy's
own sailboat "The Princess," which she could manage as well as any man,
and after that they drove to town with the Judge, so that it was over a
week before the crabbing expedition came to pass.

The Breakers stood on a strip of land between the bay and the ocean.
It was on a peninsula, but the connecting link with the mainland was
many miles away, so that for all practical purposes the house was on an
island, with the ocean in front and the bay behind, and all the
pleasures that both made possible.

Anne was entranced with the delights of crabbing. It was very exciting
to get the great rusty fellows on the line, tow them up to the top of
the water, where the competent Perkins nabbed them with the crab-net.

Perkins caught crabs as he did everything else, expertly, and with
dignity. His only concession to the informality of the sport was a
white yachting cap and a white linen coat, and it was a sight worth
going miles to see, to watch him officiate at a catch. The great
vicious fellows might clash their claws in vain, for Perkins subdued
them with a scientific clutch at the back that rendered them helpless.

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