ions, but she kept very close to Anne and
watched her with a new interest.

"I wish I could read," she said, as, their baskets well filled, the two
girls walked toward home. "I don't even know my letters."

"I can teach you those," said Anne eagerly. "I can teach you just as my
dear father did me. We used to go out on the beach in front of our house
and he would mark out the letters in the sand and tell me their names, and
then I would mark them out. Sometimes we would make letters as long as I
am tall. Would you like me to teach you?"

"Yes, indeed. Let's go down to the shore now," urged Amanda.

"We'd best leave our berries safely at home," replied Anne, who did not
forget her adventure with the Indian squaws and was now very careful not
to go too far from the settlement, and so it was decided that they should
hurry home and leave their baskets and meet on the smooth sandy beach near
Anne's old home.

Anne was the first to reach the place. She brought with her two long
smooth sticks and had already traced out an enormous A when Amanda
appeared.

"This is 'A,'" she called out. "'A' is for Anne, and for Amanda."

"I know I can remember that," said Amanda, "and I can make it, too."

It was not long before a long row of huge letters were shaped along the
beach, and when Amos came down he looked at them wonderingly.

"Amos, can you spell my name?" asked his sister.

"Of course I can!" replied the boy scornfully. "I'll mark it out for you,"
and in a short time Amanda was repeating over and over again the letters
which formed her name.

After Amos had marked out his sister's name in the sand he started along
the shore to where a dory lay, just floating on the swell of the incoming
tide.

"Amos is going to fish for flounders," said Amanda; "he catches a fine
mess almost every afternoon for mother to cook for supper. He's a great
help."

"Want to fish?" called out Amos as the two little girls came near the boat
and watched him bait his hooks with clams which he had dug and brought
with him.

"Oh, yes," said Anne; "do you think I could catch enough for Uncle Enos's
supper?"

"Yes, if you'll hurry," answered the boy; "climb in over the bow."

The barefooted children splashed through the shallow curl of the waves on
the beach, and clambered over the high bow of the dory. Amos baited their
lines, and with a word of advice as to the best place to sit, he again
turned to his own fishing and soon pulled in a big,