Oyster Shells Would Do

Jack was away, and up to his knees and water in a moment, detaching the oysters. Earnest followed more leisurely, and still unwilling to wet his feet, stood by the margin of the pool,. His brother threw him. As he thus stood, he picked up and pocketed a large mussel shell for his own use. When they returned with a good supply, we heard a shout from Fritz in the distance. He presently appeared before us, his hands behind his back, in a look of disappointment upon his countenance.