u can," agreed Frederick, "but it's a sand heap just the same. A
good place to catch cod, though."

"Want to see my workshop?" the boy asked when they were all tired of
bowling. "Father's given me some fine pieces of wood, and I'm making a
sled for Millicent to play with next winter."

Frederick's workshop was a corner of the carriage-house, where the fine
chaise stood, and he had a work-bench there well supplied with tools,
and spent many happy hours over his work.

"I'm going to have a shipyard and build ships," he told Anne. "See this
little model!" and he held up a tiny wooden ship, fully rigged, with a
little American flag fastened at the top of the mainmast. "Rose made
that flag," he said proudly. "See, there's a star for each colony,
thirteen of 'em."

Almost every day Anne and Rose walked to the wharves with Mr. Freeman to
hear if there was any news of "The Yankee Hero." It was the very last
day of July when Mr. Freeman said, as they walked down the wharf,
"There's a Province Town schooner in harbor, Anne--'The Sea Gull.' She
came for a new mainsail and will probably sail when the tide serves.
There's a boat from her now, headed for my wharf."

Anne did not know that Amos Cary was on board the "Sea Gull," but she
was eager to see any one who came from the place Frederick had called
"the old sand heap," and watched the boat from the schooner as it came
swiftly toward the Freeman wharf.

"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, and ran further out on the pier, quickly
followed by Rose. "It looks just like Amos Cary's head. Do you suppose
it is?" she asked turning to Rose.

"If it is, Amos is probably with it," Rose answered laughingly. "I
suppose Amos is Amanda's brother, who came to Brewster with you. Is it
that red-headed boy sitting in the bow?"

"Yes, yes!" answered Anne, fairly jumping up and down in her excitement.

Amos was now near enough to recognize Anne, and took off his cap and
waved it gaily. The boat drew up to the wharf, but Amos did not jump out
as Anne expected.

"I can't," he explained. "Father told Captain Nash not to let me set
foot on shore," and Amos grinned as if he was delighted at what his
father thought would be discipline. "I'm going to be on the 'Sea Gull'
for months; maybe a whole year! Isn't that fine?"

"Jump out, Amos," said Captain Nash.

"But father said I wasn't to step foot on shore," responded the
surprised boy.

"Unless I told you to," added the captain, and Amos scramble