he boat plunged and
rolled, but when they saw how calm their father, mother, Uncle Tad and
Bunker Blue were, the children took heart also.

"Here are some cookies," said their mother, bringing out a bag from a
locker. "I'd give you some milk to drink, only it would spill the way
the boat is rocking."

"Yes," said Mr. Brown, with a smile, "there'd be as much milk on the
floor, I imagine, as the children would drink."

The storm grew worse instead of less, but Captain Ross was a good
seaman, and in about an hour he brought the _Fairy_ into a sheltered
harbor known as Clam Cove, because of the number of clams that were dug
there.

"Now we'll ride easier," said Bunker Blue. "I'll go up and help get the
anchor over," he added.

Soon Bunny Brown and his sister Sue heard sounds on deck which told of
the big anchor being put over the side, and then the boat came to rest.
She still pitched and tossed a little, but not nearly as much as before.
The wind still blew and the rain came down in pelting drops. But the
craft was water-tight and it was, as Bunker Blue said, "as dry as a
bone" inside.

"You children can go back to your berths now," said Mother Brown, when
the cookies had all been eaten. "I don't believe you'll be tossed out
now."

"All right," assented Bunny and Sue, for they were beginning to feel
sleepy in spite of the excitement of having been awakened by the storm.

And soon, save for the uneasy motion of the storm, which was not felt
much in Clam Cove, there was once again calm aboard the _Fairy_.

In the morning, though the wind was still high, the rain had stopped.
The outer bay, though, was a mass of big waves, and after one look at
them Captain Ross said:

"I think we'd better stay here until it quiets down. We could navigate,
but there's no special hurry."

"No," agreed Mr. Brown, "there isn't. We are not due at Christmas Tree
Cove at any special time, so we'll take it easy."

"Then we can watch the clam boats," said Bunny. "I like to watch them."

The clam boats were of two kinds, large rowing craft in which one or two
men went out and with a long-handled rake pulled clams up from the
bottom of the cove. The other boats were sailing craft. They would start
at one side of Clam Cove, spread their sails in a certain way, and drift
across the stretch of water. Over the side of the boat were tossed big
rakes with long, iron teeth. These rakes, fastened to ropes attached to
the boat, dragged over the