er about the "wreck" after all!

Half-frightened, and hanging on to Toby's arm, Nancy peeped over into
the boat, and the next moment she shrieked in alarm, and something
sprang out of the locker and clung to her neck!

"Oh--h!" Nancy pulled at the clinging creature in terror, but Toby was
bent with laughter!

"Stop it, Nan! It's only a kitten!" he cried, as soon as he could speak.

It was true! A poor, shivering little tabby kitten was cuddling into
Nancy's neck, mewing with terror!

"Oh, the little darling!" she exclaimed. "How frightened it must have
been! I wonder whose kitten it is?"

[Illustration: "How frightened it must have been! I wonder whose kitten
it is?"]

"If we can't find out I should think we might keep it ourselves."

"Wouldn't it be lovely to have a kittie of our own?"

"I'm afraid we ought to ask a few people first," said Toby sadly.
"There's old Rowan. Shall we go and tell him about the boat?"

Old Rowan was looking gloomily out to sea, and never noticed the twins
till they stood before him.

"Please, Mr. Rowan," said Toby, "we've found your boat."

"Found my boat?" asked the old man absently.

"Yes, the Lily. She's out there among the rocks."

"Is she? Ay, she got adrift at high tide. I'd better go after her at
once." But Rowan didn't seem much interested in his boat!

"Me--ew!" A furry ball suddenly sprang onto the fishermen's shoulder,
purring delightedly!

"Hullo!" Rowan was now quite wide awake, and stared around him. "Where
did you come from, Bunch?"

"We found her in the boat--do you know whose she is?" asked Nancy, and
even Toby looked anxious.

"Ay, that I do! My little grandchild has been breaking her heart all day
over Bunch. She's a cripple, you see. Miss, and the kitten's company for
her. It must have followed me to the shore this morning and gone to
sleep on the nets. Matty will glad to find it!"

"Shall we take Bunch home to her?" asked Nancy, sighing at the thought
of parting with her treasure-trove.

"It would be real kind. Miss."

She was glad she had offered, when she saw poor Matty's face beam at the
sight of her only playmate.

A QUEER SNAKE.

BY MARY E.Q. BRUSH.

It was the Dalton children's first year in Florida. They enjoyed the
sunshine, the balmy air and fragrant flowers very much. There was only
one thing to mar their pleasure and that was their dread of snakes.

Tilly, the little colored girl who used to play with them sometimes, had