"I hope nothing has happened since we were here." "Eh ?" cried Mike excitedly.

"What can have happened ?" "Sea washed the place out, and taken all our kitchen and parlour things away." "Nonsense!" said Mike contemptuously.

"Oh, it might, you know; there would have been no waves, but there might have been a high tide.

There must have been tremendously high tides down there at one time, so as to have washed out those caves." "Ah! it's a precious long time since they've been washed out, I know," said Mike, laughing.

"They don't ever get swept out now." "No, but they're kept neat, with sand on the floor," said Vince, snapping to the door of the lanthorn and holding it up for the soft yellow light to shine upon the granite walls.