Uncle Steve took the children for a brisk walk through the town, and bought them souvenirs of all sorts.

The shops displayed tempting wares, and the girls were made happy by bead necklaces and pretty little silk bags, while King rejoiced in queer Indian relics found in a curio shop.

Then back to the hotel, for a game of tennis and a romp with Cousin Jack, and in the afternoon a long motor ride, with occasional stops for ice cream soda or peanuts.
And the next day Kitty and Uncle Steve went home.

They concluded to take the train from Lakewood, and not return again to Seacote.
"Grandma will be getting anxious to see us," Uncle Steve declared.

"I did not intend to stay as long as this when I left home." "Good-bye, old Kitsie," said Midget; "don't walk into any more red seas, and write to me often, won't you ?" "Yes, I will, Midge; but you don't write very often, yourself." "I know it; it's a sort of a bother to write letters.