THE STORY OF THE PECTEN. 



(as told by himself.) 



NE bright morning in spring- 

 time I found myself swim- 

 ming with a number of my 

 brothers and sisters in a 

 little pool which had been 

 left among the rocks when 

 the tide went down. Of 

 ^^ course I did not then un- 



derstand that there was such a thing as a tide; 

 the only thing I did know was, that I felt happy 

 and that I could snap my two shells together and 

 make myself dart off through the water at a great 

 rate. 



After doing this a little 

 while, I felt tired; so I just 

 stopped swimming, and 

 found that I slowly settled 

 down upon some sand that 

 lay at the bottom of the 

 pool. Then I opened my 

 shells and looked out of 



REFERENCE TOPICS. 



The Pecten Shell. 



"Air-flzz." 



Best bait for fishes. 



"Sea-fairies." 



AVhat is a byssus ? 



Dyes that fade. 



Fast colors. 



Shell-cabinets. 



