the summer she followed these out-door sports and labors, but when the winter days came Susan taught her little charge to read and write, to knit and sew. They took her often to the mainland with them, and on Sunday, whenever it was possible, she was dressed in her neat clean calico and best hat and went to church with Ephraim or Susan; for they said, "She must not grow up strange and unlike other children." But in winter the quiet Sunday was spent at home, and then the three sat down together and read the precious words which speak to human hearts

wherever they are found.

child and man Jesus, the

The story of the tender history of

Ruth, and especially the grand psalms of David were their delight. How often, as Jenny sat watching the sea, would she say over to herself, "There go the ships, there is that leviathan whom thou madest to play therein." Often did she wonder over these words, and look out upon the sea streaked with blue and green and shining silver, and fancy she could see the monster of the deep

stretching his huge length in the sun.

Often in the wild nights of winter, as she cuddled down to sleep, she said to herself, "Stormy wind fulfilling his word;" and when the tempest was hushed she heard a voice saying to winds and waves, "Be still and know that I am God." But she often looked up in her mother's face, wondering at the hushed and tender tone with which Susan read: "He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children." She read fairy stories, too, and many a tale of travel and adventure. She had but few books, for you may imagine there was no circulating library on the island, and she had no fond uncles and aunts to make her christmas and birthday presents. But she read those books. over and over again, and thought of them and dreamed of them, till they seemed a part of her very life. For she could not help being a dreamy little maiden, and her worst fault was forgetting there was any such thing as time; so that when she was out fishing on the rocks, or gathering eggs or sea-weed, the sun

would rise higher and higher in the heavens, and then the shadows grow longer and longer, until at last both father and mother would be out anxiously searching for her, before she thought of coming home. But they were so glad to find her all safe, and she sprang to meet them with such a merry laugh, and such a shower of kisses, that I am afraid she did not get scolded as much as she deserved. Ephraim would sometimes shake his head and point up to the tower, and say, "Ah Jenny! learn to be faithful. If that little light darkened for five minutes, it might be the ruin of a noble ship."

One day, when Jenny was about eight or

nine years old, she got a lesson, however, which I think she never forgot. She had been very much delighted with a book some. kind visitor had brought her, which perhaps you have heard of, called "Swiss Family Robinson." Her mother and she had read it together in the winter evenings, and Jenny

had

gone to bed and dreamed about uninhabited islands night after night.

Now, about a mile or so from her home lay

a small barren island on which no one lived, and which it chanced they had never visited since Jenny grew old enough to remember. Jenny, whose ideas of space were rather vague, for she had seen but little of this round world, thought as she saw it basking in the sun's rays, that it might be the very island where Jack and Ernest found such wonderful things; and how delighted they would be to see her if they were there, and they would all come back in the pinnace together.

Jenny's head, you see, was a little giddy with so much reading and dreaming, and she did not think out her plan very carefully. But one summer day, when her mother was busy at home and her father had gone on shore, she went down to the boat landing and thought she would take the smallest boat and have a little row. The water was very smooth, and she glided over it, and looked down into its cool, clear depths, with the greatest delight. She looked out to the little island, so temptingly fair in the sunlight, and almost unconsciously turned her boat in that direction. It

chanced that wind and tide and current all favored her, and she found herself rapidly carried forward and approaching the long desired spot. She could not restrain herself, and she put all her little strength into her rowing. The island looked rather stern and forbidding as she approached, but she remembered the wall of rocks and thought she was upon the wrong side. She saw a little pebbly beach to which she turned her boat, and having no fear of wetting her naked feet, she sprang out, and to her amazement found herself in the long-desired spot. She drew up her boat and tried to fasten it to a large stone, but in the excitement of the moment, and thinking the tide was going out, she was not very careful that it was done securely. Behind her was a wall of large round stones, higher than her head, over which she could see nothing. You will often find these on our coasts; they are called Ballast Beaches, be'cause the sailors use these stones to put in ships to keep them steady when they have no load; but Jenny had not then seen one. "I wonder