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"He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes." Prov. 13: 24. When the morning boat touched at Nantucket pier there were among the throng which poured ashore two fine-looking gentlemen one in the prime of life, the other growing a little elderly who sought out at once a conveyance to 'Sconset.

Ewer, of New York, had put up by the wayside. They met the well-known Captain Baxter, in his quaint conveyance, making his daily trip to the town from 'Sconset. As they rode for miles over the grassy moors with no trees or houses in sight, none of them could believe that the island had once been mostly covered with beautiful oak trees.

"Yes, several ranges of not very high hills; Saul's Hills are the highest; then there are bluffs south of 'Sconset known as Sunset Heights; indeed, the village itself stands on a bluff high above the sandy beach, where the great waves come rolling in.

He was apt at this season to spend his time in Siasconset. "'Sconset? Where's 'Sconset?" "Across the island." "How can I get there?" "You can motor over. There's a 'bus, or you can get a car." So the next morning, George took the 'bus. He saw little beauty in the moor. He thought it low and flat.

The sky was blue with the deep sapphire which follows a wind-swept night. There was not a hint of mist or fog. Flocks of gulls rose and dipped and rose again, or rested unafraid on the wooden posts of the pier. The 'Sconset 'bus was waiting and they took it.

"That's right," her father said, with an approving smile; "learn all you can, for 'knowledge is power." They landed, the gentlemen presently secured a sufficient number of hacks to comfortably accommodate the entire party, and after a cursory view of the town, in a drive through several of its more important streets, they started on the road to 'Sconset.

He was apt at this season to spend his time in Siasconset. "'Sconset? Where's 'Sconset?" "Across the island." "How can I get there?" "You can motor over. There's a 'bus, or you can get a car." So the next morning, George took the 'bus. He saw little beauty in the moor. He thought it low and flat.

"And he feels that fifty years in 'Sconset is better than a cycle anywhere else." "Yes. It will be nice to get back to our little gray house, and the moor, don't you think?" "Yes. But I wanted to show you Boston as if you had never seen it, and now I shall never show it." They were on deck, wrapped up to their chins.

Max obeyed, nothing loath, for he was becoming quite expert in both, and always found in his father an interested listener to the story of his exploits. He and the other lads had returned from their camping at the time of the removal of the family party from 'Sconset to Nantucket Town. On the conclusion of his narrative the captain pronounced it breakfast time, and they returned to the house.

But you need not be frightened, little girlie; she is not at all likely to come to 'Sconset, and if she does we will take good care that she is not allowed to harm you." "And I don't suppose she'd want to either, unless we had done something to make her angry," said Lulu. "But we are going to Nantucket Town to stay a while when we leave 'Sconset," remarked Grace uneasily.