into a carpenter shop, and we ran in after him, and Mr.
Foswick locked us in, and Bunny broke a window, and we had a terrible
time!" explained Sue.

"I don't believe that was my dog," said Harry. "But Sandy--that was my
dog's name--would carry away lots of things in his mouth. I wish I had
him back. My father said he'd give a lot of money to find him--a reward,
you know."

"And I guess my father would give a reward if he could get back my
mother's diamond ring," added Sue. "But he can't. Bunker Blue says it's
gone forever."

"Children! Children!" called Mrs. Brown from the shore. "I think we had
better go now. It is getting late and it looks as if we might have
another storm. Come along. You have clams enough."

"Yes, I guess we have," said Bunny, looking in the basket.

The children started for the mainland, stopping in a little pool to
wash the mud off themselves and also to cleanse their shovels.

Bunny "sozzled" the basket of clams in the water to wash them, and when
Mrs. Brown explained how she made them into chowder Mrs. Slater
remarked:

"I wish they served that at the hotel."

"Won't you and Harry come over and have supper with us this evening?"
asked Mrs. Brown. "We'll give you some of the chowder then."

"Oh, yes, Mother, please do!" begged Harry, and Mrs. Slater consented.

"I'll tell you more about my lost dog when I come over to-night," called
Harry to Bunny and Sue, as they parted.

That evening Mrs. Slater and her son Harry were guests of the Browns at
supper, at which was served the chowder made from the clams dug by the
children that afternoon.

"It is delicious!" said Mrs. Slater, as she was helped to a second
plateful.

"I like it lots!" declared Harry. "I guess Sandy would, too, if he was
here."

"What's this about your dog being lost?" asked Mr. Brown, for he had
heard the children talking about it.

"We did lose a very valuable animal," explained Mrs. Slater. "We were
out automobiling one day, and in driving through a place called
Bellemere, on Sandport Bay----"

"Bellemere!" cried Bunny Brown. "Why, that's where we live!"

"That's where our dog was lost," said Mrs. Slater, smiling at him. "For
some reason he leaped out of the auto and went bounding away down the
street. My husband stopped and tried to get him back, but he would not
come. And he has been lost ever since. Harry misses him very much."

"What day was it that your dog ran away?" asked Mr. Brown, with a look
at h