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"And some of those mince turnovers," remarked Jimmy Toppan, almost breaking into a run. "And some coffee," said Mr. Daddles. "Do you suppose there is any of that chowder left?" asked Ed Mason; "it's always better warmed over." "The Captain must have had his supper long ago," said I. "And gone to bed, too," put in Mr. Daddles, "say, do you know, it's pretty late?"

It seemed resonable that a man who had followed the sea for forty years, like the Captain, would get "sea-legs" for good and all. But we never dared to ask the Captain about it. "Hey! Clarence!" he shouted again. "What's the matter with yer? Think we want to stand here all day?" The others of us, waiting on the wharf, were Ed Mason, Jimmy Toppan, and myself. My name was Sam Edwards.

At the Salon des Artistes Français, 1903, Madame de Wentworth exhibited the "Portrait of Mlle. X.," and "Solitude." <b>WHEELER, JANET.</b> First Toppan Prize and Mary Smith Prize at Academy of Fine Arts, Philadelphia; Gold medal, Philadelphia Art Club. Fellow of Academy of Fine Arts, and member of Plastic Club, Philadelphia. Born in Detroit, Michigan.

"Yes; we can explain, and fix it up. Come out of there, we have got to tell them about Snider, and get them to help us drive him off." The "White Rabbit" passed us as if we were standing still. One by one all those on board turned and waved their hands at me, all except Jimmy Toppan, who was having too good a time with the sails to care for any person on earth.

It was almost dark when we started, and quite dark in half an hour, a thick, foggy night. Not one of us had looked at the road much on the way over; we had been listening to the car-driver's battles with crime. It would not have done us much good if we had looked, for everything changes on a foggy night. After a while we came to a fork in the road. "Which of these is ours?" asked Jimmy Toppan.

Twenty minutes later our friends were on board again, and we were getting up the anchor. Jimmy Toppan, the Chief, and Sprague went below to consult a chart, while the rest of us got the yacht under way. When they came back on deck the Chief took the wheel, announcing: "Lanesport it is." "Why Lanesport?" asked Pete. "It's the nearest town on the mainland to Bailey's Harbor," said Jimmy Toppan.

That's his shanty, the one with the red door. Ask him to let yer have a basket of clams. Tell him I sent yer." Pingree's Beach was a short strip of sand, bordered with eel- grass. There were two small cottages, set above high-water mark, three dories drawn up on the shore, and a heap of lobster-pots and nets. Mr. Haskell could be seen moving in and out of his shanty. Jimmy Toppan and Mr.

"Now," said the constable, "we'll make short work of you. Names?" He really seemed to be less indignant with us, than with the banjo-player. Burglary was a smaller offence in his eyes than "disturbin' the peace," with a banjo. He soon had the names of Edward Mason, James Rogers Toppan, and Samuel Edwards added to his list. "Name?" he snapped to Mr. Daddles. "Richard Hendricks."

When the governor insisted on making some return, General Moulton informed him that there was an ungranted gore of land adjoining his earlier grant which he would accept. In this manner he came into possession of the town of New Hampton a very ample return for the ox; at least, so asserts tradition. Colonel Christopher Toppan, in those early days, was largely engaged in ship-building.

"The other name? Does she travel under an Elias, as Gregory the Gauger calls it?" "No, no! The captain doesn't like 'Hoppergrass' and he said he had thought of changing the name. Come on, let's go to the Eagle House." We made them understand at last, and then we started up the street in the direction that the crier had pointed. On the way, Jimmy Toppan was struck by doubts.