mish
warningly as Harry sprang up and Gerald danced about in his seat, to
the great discomfort of Tricksy.

'There you are!' cried Marjorie, as the fish was drawn leaping and
struggling into the boat.

'Hullo!' said Harry triumphantly; 'it's a fine big one and no mistake!'

'It's a good size,' said Marjorie, 'but, Harry, _would_ you mind not
kicking my feet as you jump about.'

Harry muttered an apology, and just at that moment Hamish drew in a big
cod, then two little haddocks were pulled up by Tricksy.

'Gerald, look at your line,' cried Harry, springing forward, and Gerald
pulled in a haddock, while Allan and Hamish steadied the boat, which
had been set rocking by Harry's sudden movement.

It was a beautiful evening, and the fish were taking well, but sport
was spoiled by the incapacity of the Grahams to keep still. If Harry
hooked a fish Gerald sprang up to look, and if any one else had a take
Harry pranced backwards and forwards until it was drawn on board.

At last Hamish suggested that it was time to row to the Pirates' Island
and have tea in the Den.

'Yes, I think so,' said Marjorie, somewhat irritably. 'I've had my
ankles tripped over quite often enough as it is.'

'And I've been _trying_ to keep my feet out of the way,' said Tricksy,
rather dolefully, 'but one has to put them somewhere, you know.'

'Have you been so uncomfortable?' said Harry, looking round with serene
unconsciousness; 'Hamish's boots _are_ rather big.'

A smile travelled round the group as the lines were hastily wound up.

'You'll feel better after tea,' said Hamish soothingly.

The sun was already low when they landed, and Marjorie and Tricksy went
into the cottage at once to get tea ready while Reggie fetched peats,
and Allan and Hamish lingered behind to secure the Craft.

The Grahams, finding themselves with no special duties, wandered
aimlessly about, getting into the way of the busy people.

'We've had a jolly fine take, haven't we?' said Harry, sauntering up to
Reggie, who was busy at the peat-stack.

'Not bad,' said Reggie briefly. 'Here, take an armful of these, will
you, and carry them into the house.'

Harry carried in the peats and set them down by the fire-place, where
Marjorie was busy frying fish, while Tricksy was making bannocks at the
table.

'I say, Marjorie,' began Harry, 'we've had fine sport, haven't we?'

'Yes,' replied Marjorie absently.

Harry looked at the two girls, who went on quietly an