I have heard my father and old Jacob the lumberer say, that, roasted in their shells in the ashes, with a seasoning of salt and pepper, they are good eating when nothing better is to be got." "No doubt, if the seasoning can be procured," said Hector, "but, alas for the salt and the pepper!" "Well, we can eat them with the best of all sauces--hunger; and then, no doubt, there are crayfish in the gravel under the stones, but we must not mind a pinch to our fingers in taking them." "To-morrow then let us breakfast on fish," said Hector.

"You and I will try our luck, while Kate gathers strawberries; and if our line should break, we can easily cut those long locks from Catharine's head, and twist them into lines,"-- and Hector laid his hands upon the long fair hair that hung in shining curls about his sister's neck.
"Cut my curls! This is even worse than cousin Louis's proposal of making tinder and fishing-nets of my apron," said Catharine, shaking back the bright tresses, which, escaping from the snood that bound them, fell in golden waves over her shoulders.
"In truth, Hec, it were a sin and a shame to cut her pretty curls, that become her so well," said Louis.

"But we have no scissors, ma belle, so you need fear no injury to your precious locks." "For the matter of that, Louis, we could cut them with your _couteau-de-chasse_.

I could tell you a story that my father told me, not long since, of Charles Stuart, the second king of that name in England.

You know he was the grand-uncle of the young Chevalier Charles Edward, that my father talks of, and loves so much." "I know all about him," said Catharine, nodding sagaciously; "let us hear the story of his grand-uncle.