lways; I know we shall."

"If we do I'll build a brush house," said Amos hopefully, "and there's
lots of beach-plums grow on this island, I've heard folks say; and we'll
cook those fish and I'll bet I can find mussels along the shore."

"We can't cook anything," said Anne, "for we can't make any fire."

"I can make a fire when things get dry," said Amos; "how do you suppose
Indians make fires when they are off like this? An Indian doesn't care
where he is because he knows how to get things to eat and how to cook
them, and how to make a shelter. I've wished lots of times that I'd had
the chances to learn things that Indians have."

The boat proved a shelter against the wind, and the long night wore slowly
away. Amos slept soundly, but neither Anne nor Amanda could sleep, except
in short naps from which they quickly awakened. The storm ceased in the
night and the sun came up and sent its warm beams down on the shivering
children, who crept out from the dory and ran and jumped about on the sand
until they were quite warm and very hungry.

Amos went searching along the shore for the round dark-shelled mussels
which he knew were good to eat, and Anne and Amanda went up toward the
thick-growing bushes beyond the sand-banks to look for beach-plums.

"Look, Anne! Look! Did you ever see so many on one bush?" exclaimed
Amanda, and the bush was indeed well filled with the appetizing fruit.

"We must take a lot to Amos," said Anne, "for he is getting mussels for us
now."

"Yes, indeed," agreed Amanda; "do you suppose they will come after us this
morning, Anne?"

"Of course they will, first thing," replied Anne hopefully, so that Amanda
grew more cheerful, and when they got back to the boat with aprons full of
beach-plums and found Amos waiting for them with a fine lot of fresh
mussels they quite forgot to be troubled or unhappy. The sun was shining
brightly, the blue water looked calm and smooth, and the wind had entirely
gone. They ate the plums and mussels hungrily.

"We'd better look around a little," said Amos, when they had finished,
"and see if we can find a good place for a brush house. We ought to build
it near the shore so that we can keep a watch for any passing boat."

"Won't father find us to-day?" asked Amanda anxiously.

"Can't tell," replied her brother; "anyway we want to get ready to build a
house, for we might have to stay here a week."

"I believe you want to stay a week, Amos Cary!" exclaimed his si