and so will the rest of you."

"There isn't any 'rest' but me."

"Do tell now. Hain't you any Ma?"

"No," said Eyebright, sadly. "Mother died last November."

"You poor little thing!" cried kind Mrs. Downs; "and hain't you got no
brothers and sisters either?"

"No; not any at all."

"Why, you'll be lonesome, I'm afraid, up to the island. You never
lived in such a sort of a place before, did you?"

"Oh, no; we always lived in Tunxet. But I don't believe I shall be
lonesome. It looks real pretty from here. Why is it called Cosy
Island, Mrs. Downs?"

"Well, I'm sure I don't know. Folks always called it that. I never
thought to ask nobody. Perhaps he'll know when he comes in."

"He" was Mr. Downs; but he knew no more than his wife about the name
of the island. Mr. Bright, however, was better informed. He told them
that the name, in the first place, was "Causeway," from the natural
path, uncovered at each low tide, which connected it with the shore,
and that this had gradually been changed to "Causey," because it was
easier to pronounce. Eyebright was rather disappointed at this
explanation.

"I thought it was 'Cosy,'" she said, "because the island was cosey."

Mr. Downs gave a great laugh at this, but papa patted her head kindly,
and said,--

"We'll see if we can't make it so, Eyebright."

The tide would not serve for crossing the causeway till the afternoon,
but Mr. Downs offered to put them over in his boat without waiting for
that. It was arranged that they should come back for the night, and
Mrs. Downs packed some bread and cheese and doughnuts in a basket to
serve them as dinner. Eyebright took the basket on her arm, and ran
down to the shore in high spirits. It was a lovely day. The sea was as
blue as the sky, and, as the boat pushed off, little ripples from the
incoming tide struck the pebbly beach, with swift flashes of white,
like gleaming teeth, and a gay little splash, so like a laugh that
Eyebright laughed too, and showed her teeth.

"What are you smiling at?" asked her father.

"I don't know," she answered, in a tone of dreamy enjoyment. "I like
it here, papa."

Near as the island looked, it took quite a long time to reach it,
though Mr. Downs pulled strongly and steadily. It was very
interesting, as each stroke took them nearer and nearer, and showed
more and more distinctly what their future home was like. The trees,
which at first had seemed a solid green mass, became distinct shapes
of