A young shrimp who had lost his latitude was also found in Bob's pond, and the discovery led the old sailor to speak of these animals that form such a pleasant relish to bread-and-butter; and he told them that one of the best fishing-grounds for them was off the Woolsner Shoal, some four miles further along the beach to the eastwards, while another good place was Selsea Bill, more eastward still.
While the Captain was giving this little lecture about the crabs and their congeners, Rover was prancing around and barking for some one to pitch in a stick or something for him to fetch out of the sea.
Presently, in bringing back a piece of wood which Bob had thrown into the water, Rover dragged ashore a mass of seaweed, a portion of which was shaped somewhat like a lettuce and coloured a greenish purple.
The Captain pounced on this at once.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed--"why, it is laver." "Isn't that good to eat ?" asked Mrs Gilmour.

"I fancy I've heard people speak of it in London, or somewhere." "I should rather think it was!" he replied.

"It is, too, one of the best sorts, the purple laver, a variety of some value, I believe, in the London market." "I can't say I should like to eat it," said Nellie, squeezing up her nose like a rabbit and making a wry face.

"It looks too nasty!" "Wouldn't you ?" retorted the Captain.

"I can tell you, missy, it is very good when well boiled, with the addition of a little lemon-juice.
It tastes then better than spinach." "Do all these sorts of seaweed grow in the sea, Captain Dresser ?" asked Bob.