ilar to those
they had engaged for the season, each in a little enclosure. They were
built along three narrow streets or lanes running parallel with the edge
of the bluff, and stood in groups of twos or threes, separated by narrow
cross-lanes, giving every one free access to the town pump, the only
source of fresh-water supply in the place.

The children were particularly interested in the cottage of Captain
Baxter, with its famous ship's figure-head in the yard.

Back of the original 'Sconset, on the slight ascent toward Nantucket
Town, stood a few more pretentious cottages, built as summer residences
by the rich men of the island, retired sea captains, and merchants; this
was the one broad street, and here were the two hotels, the Atlantic
House and the Ocean View House.

Then on the bluff south of the old village, called Sunset Heights, there
were some half dozen cottages; a few on the bluff north of it, also.

The town explored and dinner eaten, of course the next thing was to
repair to the beach to watch the rush and tumble of the restless waves,
fast chasing each other in, and the dash of the spray as they broke
along the shore.

There was little else to see, for the bathing hour was long past; but
that was quite enough.

Soon, however, nearly every one of the party began to feel unaccountably
sleepy. Some returned to the cottages for the indulgence of their desire
for slumber, and others, spreading cloaks and shawls upon the sand,
enjoyed a delicious rest, warmed by the sun and fanned by the sea
breeze.

For a day or two they did little but sleep and eat, and sleep and eat
again, enjoying it immensely, too, and growing fat and strong.

After that they woke to new life, made inquiries in regard to all the
sights and amusements the island afforded, and began availing themselves
of their opportunities, as if it were the business of life.

When it was for a long drive to some notable point, all went together,
chartering several vehicles for their conveyance; at other times they
not unfrequently broke up into smaller parties, some preferring one sort
of sport, some another.

"How many of us are going to bathe to-day?" Mr. Dinsmore asked, the
second morning after their arrival.

"I for one, if you will bear me company and look out for my safety,"
said his wife.

"Most assuredly I will," he answered. "And you too, Elsie?" turning to
his daughter.

"Yes, sir," she said, "if you think you can be burdened