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href="#litres_trial_promo">XV KEEPING AWAKE XVI DAWN AT SEA XVII SHIPWRECKED SAILOR XVIII LAND HO! WHAT LAND? XIX SIGNAL FOR A PILOT XX GROWN-UP NOISES BELOW XXI SURPRISES ALL ROUND XXII IN A FOREIGN PORT XXIII DUTCH AFTERNOON XXIV HAPPIER VOYAGE XXV LOST! TWO DAYS AND A BOAT XXVI “NOTHING TO DECLARE. . .” XXVII COIL DOWN

ILLUSTRATIONS

LANDING ON THE HARD

AMONG THE MOORED YACHTS

THE “BUTT AND OYSTER” AND ALMA COTTAGE

’SH! ’SH!

FIRST AID

CHART OF APPROACHES TO HARWICH

HARWICH LOOKED LIKE AN ISLAND

GOODBYE TO ANCHOR AND CHAIN!

THE BEACH END BUOY

FENDING OFF WITH THE MOP

POINTS OF THE COMPASS

THE LOOM OF A LIGHTHOUSE

WHAT THEY SAW THROUGH THE PORTHOLES (I)

WHAT THEY SAW THROUGH THE PORTHOLES (II)

IN THE LOCK AT FLUSHING

TIED UP IN HARBOUR

THE MILK-CART

MEETING THE SAILING SHIP

ENTRANCE TO HARWICH

TURBANED NATIVE

Mrs. Henry Clay

CHAPTER I

A BOWLINE KNOT

JOHN was at the oars; Roger was in the bows; Susan and Titty were sitting side by side in the stern of a borrowed dinghy. Everything on the river was new to them. Only the evening before they had come down the deep green lane that ended in the river itself, with its crowds of yachts, and its big brown-sailed barges, and steamers going up to Ipswich or down to the sea. Last night they had slept for the first time at Alma Cottage, and this morning had waked for the first time to look out through Miss Powell’s climbing roses at this happy place where almost everybody wore sea-boots, and land, in comparison

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