n that little island for a whole long summer day?
I could write a volume about it, and still leave something to tell.
Perhaps, some day, we shall hear what each person said and did and
discovered on that occasion, but at present we must confine ourselves
to the chief incidents.

First of these was the spreading of a bountiful lunch on a soft flat
spot of turf, as green and fragrant as an English lawn, although yearly
washed by the wild salt billows of the rough Atlantic, and never
touched by spade or ploughshare. Then there was the lighting of a fire
in the skeoe, and the boiling of potatoes, and the infusing of tea. And
when all these preparations where almost complete, Yaspard stood upon a
knoll and blew lustily on his "Looder-horn" a signal agreed upon, and
which brought all the scattered party together near the flag-staff.

When they were all assembled, some casting very longing looks towards
the banquet so invitingly spread on snowy linen with a border of
emerald grass, others looking with some curiosity at the young host and
master of ceremonies, Fred said, "I've got a little speech to make,
friends, if you will have patience to hear me. I have a little present
to give to the little queen of our revels, and I can't do so without
the little speech."

"Hear! hear!" from some of the listeners, and one (his sister Isobel,
be it known) said loud enough for all to hear--

"There was a little man,
And he had a little gift
For to give unto a little little maiden, oh."

Fred shook his head at her. "Don't spoil my eloquence, Bell! I won't
say much, you may be sure."

He drew a paper from his pocket, and the smile on his bright handsome
face deepened into a wonderful resemblance to the chastened gracious
light which had given so much attraction to his father's countenance.
There was much, too, of his father's dignity and ease in his air, and
tears sprang to many eyes as that striking likeness was noted.

"His father's son, dear lad!" the Yarl whispered to Mrs. Holtum, who
could only look up with quivering lips in reply.

"My friends," Fred resumed, in graver tones, "you know why we are all
here to-day. We meet to rejoice over little Signy's preservation, and
we meet _here_ to thank God who made this little holme a havn[1] for
her. It was well named Havnholme. It has given shelter to many a
storm-tossed bark. The tiny bay yonder has ever been the one safe
shelter amid the breakers and billows which