Happy Island

slowly and crossed to the window and drew down the turkey-red curtain-a deep glow filled the room. Juno, on the lou

tle mumbles of words.... The room was very still-only the faintest whisper of a breeze came across the harbor-and

d the curtain a

sters dangling from his hand, stretching frantic

, carryin' 'em that way, right in broad daylight-you can put

came cautiously in the window.... Juno lifted her ear and flic

" asked Andy. He was

stone on top

lookin' for?

got to..... They must be up along

?" said Andy. He ca

letter to-day

e gone?" a

ut some plans they're makin'-the

ern. "They goin' to begin

"Benjy wants it one way, and the man that's doin' it-Ordway-he says it can't be done-so they're kind o' stuck. I wish he

ut whether they 'll have the roof two inches up or two inches down-or some such matter as that-and

liam. "Benjy likes 'em." He stirred about, gathering a fe

e while he dived under the sink

Most full," he said contentedly. "That's good-and it ain't fairly c

roamed abou

n't seem to set so easy if I see 'em." He opened the sink door and peered in. "I guess there'

d at the door. "I didn't say not

aid Uncle William, "You don't get

mily, "She won't cook 'em for me-and she

pathetically. "Now, that's too

she's going to keep it, and we hain't

we 'll have one good meal." He brought in the lobsters. "Seem's if women keep the law a little harder

can't pay no three hundred dollars for lobsters-and I do' 'no's we can."

liam, "-not without the fish-warden's legs are longer 'n my spy-gl

o him-knew his ways, and he gen 'lly sent us, word anyhow-day or two beforehand-But this one-" He

ed. "I know-lively

s shipshape." He grinned again. "I wa 'n't to home, you know-I'd gone off the Point-to haul a mess for dinner, and Harr'et had to run

m little squirming things,-and 'tain't reasonable. We ought to know how many lobsters we o't to eat-m

ettle. "You think they'

each they could hear the washing of the little waves as the tide came up. Uncle William's face looked out of the steam, like a happy moon.

nowheres," he s

rs were on the middle of the table, red and steaming, with their little white clouds over them. The map had been hung on the wall and the table was scantily set-"Ther

eplied Andy-"up

at wants to advise him 'bout his house. I'd come home round by the lots, if I wa

at kind o' high-stepping walk,

liam. "You draw right up, Andy. He 'll