her net, and a big basket,
borrowed of our Sam. It was not so handy as our old ones, for two of us
had to carry it; but as I said it would hold plenty, and we could lay a
bit of old net over the prawns to keep them from flicking themselves
out.

"I don't believe we shall catch any to-day," said Bob, who was in one of
his hedgehog fits, as Bigley used to call them. But he was wrong, for
after walking about a mile along the shore, so as to go right away from
the cottages, the first pool we stopped at gave us three fine fat
fellows.

In another we were more successful, and as we roamed: farther and
farther away the better became our sport.

This time we went on past the Gap, and under the tremendous cliffs that
kept the sun from shining down upon the shore in winter. Then on and on
with our numbers always increasing, for we passed very few pools that
did not contain one prawn at least.

"I tell you what," said Bob, as we stopped to rest, net in hand; "we'll
go to old Big's this afternoon, and get Mother Bonnet to boil the
prawns, and then have a thorough good feast. You'll find us some bread
and butter, won't you, Big?"

"Of course," he replied; "but we haven't got them home yet."

"No," said Bob, "we haven't got them home; but you're not going to get
stuck in a hole this time, are you?"

Bigley shook his head, and the remarks were forgotten, as we discovered,
just washed in by the tide, a good-sized cuttlefish, that was quite
dead, however, having been killed I suppose by being bruised against the
rocks, so we were not favoured with a shower of ink.

A little farther on we came to a bare smooth patch of dark sand, over
which the sea ran gently, sweeping before it a rim of foam which
sparkled and displayed iridescent colours like a soap-bubble. Here we
found our first jelly-fish, a beautifully clear disc of transparency
about the size of a penny bun, and from which, when we plunged it in the
first rock pool, hung down quite a lovely fringe of the most delicate
hues.

Perhaps it was too nearly dead from being washed ashore, for it did not
sting, as some of these creatures do slightly, when encountered while
bathing.

We thought the jelly-fish curious, but it was not good to eat, so it was
left in the little rock pool with a few tiny shrimps, to get well or
die, and we went on kicking over the little shells, getting our feet
wet, and finding more prawn-haunted pools, as we made for one big rock
which lay c